Deal or No Deal

This is part 3 of the sequel to The Challenge. If you haven't read parts 1 and 2 yet, you might want to check it out!

In this chapter, Roxy finds out just how far she'll go...

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Roxy says nothing for a long time. Staring at the MC with the perfect teeth.

She imagines punching him.

Running away.

Escaping.

Jumping into the sea and... and... drowning probably.

Then quietly she says "no deal."

The canned audience applauds, even some of the crew are clapping along.

"Well done Roxy, let's keep going. If you do well, maybe we can get a better offer? Maybe you've got enough in that briefcase in front of you? Choose your next briefcase."

"Briefcase... five. No. SIX."

"Sure?"

"Yes. Six."

The camera pans up to frame the remaining briefcases, then from the left and right approach the redhead and the blond. Both walk towards each other and meet at the table leaning over the briefcase to kiss, then in an obviously practiced move they pick up a side of the case each and bring it down to the table. Each girl unlatches her side of the case, then as one they step back together, and start to make out as the leggy blond fondles and squeezes the redhead's ample chest.

Michael pauses to watch, then looks at the camera, raises an eyebrow and grins, then flips up the lid of the case to show 150,000.

The canned audience gasp and oooh, and even Michael is shocked. Roxy looks crushed.

"OK, OK, that's not great, but its not the worst result Roxy."

Roxy looks angry and incredulous in equal amounts.

"No, really. The chance that the box you're holding contains the 250k just increased a little. If you can get through the next few cases without another big red you could easily push the offer from the Wanker up by a few grand. Maybe even get some pocket money to send you home with after you settle up. That said, if you stay the course you might actually walk away with the 250,000 itself. It's got to be somewhere... "

Vrrrrrrrb. Vrrrrrrrrrb.

The mobile phone is ringing again.

"Hello? You're not due!" laughs Michael, answering the call. "OH. Really that's very generous... OH I see. Well. Let's ask her."

He hangs up and looks steadily at Roxy.

"The wanker just offered you 50,000 exactly - for the case..."

Roxy's eyes widen with hope.

"... and for you to eat Tammy's ass.", says Michael, gesturing towards the busty redhead who responds by giggling and turning around to wiggle her ass.

Roxy looks at her, and down at the briefcase next to her. In her mind she's doing the maths. She'd walk away with 500 to cover everything that had happened to her today once she'd paid off everything of that 50k. And they'd definitely publish the video of her eating the redhead's ass. 500 wouldn't even get her through the next month, but she'd be free.

Free to go home to her shitty flat.

Free to hear the whispers in the local shop as she walks by.

Free to get treated as meat at work.

Free to have the feel of drying cum on her tits for an entire shift.

Roxy looks up at Michael and says " 'Tammy' is cute, but I'm going to win the money, and then she's going to eat MY ass at home in private. NO DEAL."

Michael is genuinely surprised. "Are you sure, Roxy?"

"Yes. Case 11. Let's get going.

Tammy and the blond girl close the case on the table and leave, allowing the petite brunette to walk in. She kneels next to the case, and bites the handle, then proceeds to bring it over on all 4s.

Roxy has a flash back of when she was paraded around like that and has a little shudder. And also a little bit aroused looking at the little body and pert bum wiggling.

As the little pet turns to Michael, she sits back on her heels and raises her arms in a mock begging dog pose.

"Good girl!" says Michael, and Roxy feels a flash from her own groin. WTAF? Meanwhile, Michael has picked up and set the briefcase on the table. He clicks and points off camera, "Emily go bed!" The girl yaps agreement, then goes back on all fours and pads out of the camera shot. This particular framing allows for a very clear view of her comparatively large, but shapely ass punctuated by a buttplug with a sparkling bit of bling.

Not a thing is said till that sight is completely out of view, then Michael, as if awakening from a trance suddenly says to Roxy, "The dress was very nice, but it's not really doing anything now. Why don't you just take it off? Girls? Come help her get comfortable."

The nameless blond appears behind her and undoes the clasp and zip on her dress. Roxy relents and allows the remains of her dress to fall to the floor, where she kicks it aside to be collected and taken away as the blond leaves. Roxy reaches behind herself to unclip her own bra too freeing her own large breasts, and drops it on the floor next to her then gets back up on the chair and crosses her legs - still with her cute high heels on her feet. Her only other remaining clothing being her hold-up stockings.

"Wow." says Michael. "OK. Let's see what we've got!" He unclips the clasps, then steps back to lift the lid.

Pausing, he turns to Roxy. "Ready?"

Not really waiting for a reply he flicks up the lid to reveal a nightmare.

250,000

The canned audience is a mix of gasps and ooohs and a few screams. There are also some excited whoops from a few members of the crew.

Roxy just stares. Her reality wobbles.

She was so confident she had the prize.

She believed the universe had decided to reward her for such a shitty life. Didn't she deserve a break? She was smarter than Michael and those guys wasn't she? She could beat them.

Couldn't she?

"Well, that's sort of a disaster Roxy. We know you're not going home with the big prize. But that doesn't make you a loser - yet. You've still got a deal to make and, well let's take a look what you've got left. There's still 5 low value prizes you could have in the box, but there's also two real big ones. And I don't just mean your tits, Roxy. I mean 50,000 and 100,000 are both still to come unless you get a deal early. Going to have to work hard to get to the beat the bid though in the next few rounds. We can't afford any more reds, ok, Roxy? Otherwise that cute curvy body is going to be leaving this boat all trussed up like a seasonal turkey."

"Of course there's also... oh nevermind. Let's just see what happens. Want to choose the next suitcase?"

Roxy looks over at the remaining choices, counting up in her head. 14 suit cases left? STILL?

"Let's get on with this" says Roxy. "Case 22"

On cue the blond appears and collects case 22. She sets it on the table. Spins it around, unclips the clasp, then spins it another 180 ready for Michael to open. He flips the lid and the blond lets out a little yelp as the confetti inside explodes out. As the confetti clears, inside is a card which says "SPLOOSH!". Roxy deflates in her chair, as Michael peels off the card and reads aloud.

"Here is the chair... "

behind him a chair is wheeled out by two male assistants. It looks comfortable, and laid back.

"... you must sit in the chair, and you have 5 minutes to make yourself orgasm. You will be granted no aids to your task, except that which God gave you."

Roxy looks embarrassed but not too worried.

"Beware! Don't try and fake it. We will know! The time will start as soon as you are in position."

"OK Roxy, please come this way."

Emily, the brunette skips back in, with a small device in her hand. She tells Roxy to sit on the edge of the sofa, and kneels, her pert and plugged ass to the camera. She then squirts a little bit of lube on the small device then pushes Roxy's knees away from each other and slides it inside her smooth pussy. It goes in pretty easily. "Sorry, love, not a vibrator - it registers muscle spasms. Don't try and remove it or fool it."

She leans forward to kiss Roxy's pussy and swirls a tongue around, before Michael pulls her away.

"Emily, you're awful. Stop it."

Roxy's shock fades as she sits back.

"Your time starts, /now/"

As he finishes the sentence all the lights in the studio dim apart from a sudden strong spotlight directly above, centered around Roxy's crotch but casting light on her face and breasts. Though she's been humiliated and the focus of much attention in the past, something about this feels even more intense. It feels like minutes have already passed but looking up there's a small timer that shows only ten seconds have elapsed. She needs to begin though, and her hand moves towards her groin. She catches sight of the camera moving in closer and feels suddenly self conscious and her hand stops. She thinks about who might be watching, and what they might be doing, and finds herself nervous and shy and... wet. Yes. Definitely that made her wet. Closing her eyes now, Roxy pictures herself on a warm beach - the heat of the lights make that easy. Suddenly she's not in a studio but instead she's alone on a deserted beach, nude with only palm trees for comfort when... when... James Bond steps out of the water. He's got water cascading off his abs, just like in the movie. He's coming over to talk to her, but no, he doesn't speak to her he just drops to the sand in front of her and starts to kiss her feet, to caress her long, and now slim, legs.

Back in the real world Roxy fingers are moving quickly on her pussy and swirling around her clitoris - she's starting to moan a little. Her fingers are slick, but with her eyes closed she can't see how close in the cameras are now.

In her dream, Mr Bond has now demonstrating how much of a cunning linguist he is, having debriefed her. And he seems quite talented. as she's really starting to enjoy it. As she looks down at his blond hair, she strokes his head with one hand and feels a familiar pressure building and she starts to chase it. She's getting close, and slips a finger inside herself with a gasp - her other hand unconsciously squeezing her ample breast. In her mind she's staring at the empty ocean then glances down at the blond hair of Mr Bond.

She's getting so close. Yes... yes... in her mind Bond has slipped a finger inside her to match what she's doing to herself which lights the fuse on a major orgasm for Roxy.

Between her legs, in her mind as she cums, a face looks up at her. "Fantastic tits, cutey" they say. Except it's not Bond. Whilst the waves of consecutive orgasms hit Roxy, she sees the blond girl looking back at her with fingers inside her.

Roxy's eyes fly open, surprised at her own imagination. Gasping through further orgasms and continuing to finger and grope herself her eyes adjust to the bright light. In time for a 3rd or 4th orgasm under the steady gaze of a camera in close up. Her body shudders and shakes, and is flushed but her face flushes too now as the humiliation of reality crashes back in. She's embarrassed to have been recorded cumming to being licked out and fingered by a girl, though obviously no one actually knows that's what happened, except her.

She is suddenly extremely aware of her naked body - no, not naked, she still has those heels on - laid on a sofa with her legs spread apart, one hand on her breast and the other hand slick and still resting between her shuddering legs.

Michael's voice comes in through the darkness, "30 seconds to spare, you get to keep playing Roxy! Anyone recognise her face yet? What about those slutty moans? "

The lights return to normal and Michael reaches out a hand to lead the naked Roxy back to her chair.

"How are you feeling, TitSlut?" Michael asks as they walk back.

Roxy replies "Dirty and exposed" before realising she just responded to THAT name. AGAIN.

"Take a seat", says Michael gesturing again to the stool with the suitcase next to it.

"One more case and you'll be at the half way point, AND the next bid from the Wanker."

"Can I get a break? Clean up? Get a drink?"

Michael looks at her coldly. "No. Just be thankful we get as much for these videos as we do for selling you and keep playing. Choose a case."

Roxy rolls her eyes, then casts a quick look at the cases. Picking the first number she sees, she looks at Michael to say "18.". Even though she's sounding more like a sullen teenager than a woman in her 30s, Michael lets it wash past.

Like a switch, the smiling MC is back. "GREAT decision".

Roxy looks away and her skin turns pinker as the unnamed leggy blond walks back in to collect the case. She's not nude this time, though you would not describe her as dressed either. A series of straps and metal links lace over her firm body, whilst still leaving her pussy, ass and tits entirely on show. The straps are matched by an identically styled collar, and ball gag, finished off with a leash swinging free as she saunters in. She brings over the case then puts it on the table then steps back but Michael has grabbed the leash and tugs it towards him. She stumbles but bites her lip and moans.

"Open the case, Lisa"

So that was her name. Lisa. She moved towards the table and Michael tugged her back. Twice. Each time Lisa gasps and bites her lip. On the third attempt she pulls hard against the leash and rasps out "Daddddyy... ". She stretches and strains and then flicks the clasps open. Michael drops the leash, and says "Good Girl", and she stands behind the case.

Roxy is staring now with both hands on her thighs. Michael flicks up the lid on the case to reveal a 50. Roxy sighs and breaths out, not having realised how tense she had been to see the next one.

Almost immediately the phone starts vibrating and Michael answers.

"Hello Wanker... Yes? Ahuh... ok." Looking at Roxy. "Fift... " Roxy's eyes widen. "... een grand. He knew you'd react like that. What a wanker, eh? "

Roxy deflates.

"So, do you want to accept the deal? Your new owner might use some of the money on gifts for you? Deal or No Deal, TitSlut?"

Unsurprisingly, Roxy refuses and picks another - case 23. "The high numbers can't have ALL the forfeits?" she reasons. Wrongly.

Busty Tammy looks even better in an outfit similar to the one that Lisa had, her curves straining against the material to deposit another forfeit, labelled "Horse Race".

Michael reads out from the back of the card. "It's a race! Get ready to ride the horse... "

A padded bench is brought out and put under the spotlight, and the lights drop to half way. Gesturing to the bench, he tells Roxy to sit astride it. Reminding her that she can't afford to say no, she complies. As she sits down two male assistants each close a cuff on an ankle holding her quite tightly in position. They immediately pull her forward and down, pressing her enlarged breasts into the padded leather and eliciting a yelp from her, stretching her till her wrists are in cuffs too.

"What the fuck, Michael? What IS this forfeit? How do I ride this fucking horse if I'm immobile?" yells Roxy.

"Oh, honey, you dumb slut. You're not on the horse....

... You ARE the horse. You're going to be ridden. "

There's a long pause.

"Or we can stop, you can withdraw from the game and give away whatever's left."

Another pause.

"Do we carry on Roxy?"

Roxy nods.

"OK! Yay! "

Picking up the card again he reads 'the rest' of the card.

"This is a race you need to LOSE. You're going to be ridden, (as in fucked!), by our three assistants here for 10 minutes. All you need to do to pass this forfeit is make sure you cum less than the total of all the guys. "

In the dimly lit background, Tammy steps forward with a large permanent marker a writes "TitSlut" and "Studs" on her back, then draws a line between them on her skin.

"Guys. Let's see what she's going to enjoying?"

The two assistance strip, tall, smooth abs, a tight butt each, and each is at least 7 inches. But the third guy to walk out is an easy 6'5, dark skin and all muscle. He stands in front of Roxy, and slips off his shorts revealing a cliche. A big, black, cock - right in front of her. She's mesmerised as he sways it side to side in her face, like a python. She doesn't even notice one of the assistance behind her spread legs till he spits on her asshole and Michael announces "Timer started!".

That huge cock moves closer to Roxy's face and continues to harden as its owner strokes the full length. She groans and grunts as her pussy is invaded by the tongue of one of the assistants. His hands spread her lips and swirl expertly around her sensitive areas. Meanwhile the other assistant is circling her asshole with his finger.

Normally, Roxy would be very resistant to this sort of treatment, but her pussy is still aching from playing earlier and her arousal was high even before she sat down. She grunts and gasps again as another new sensation rolls over her body when the finger on her ass is replaced with a swirling tongue. "Oh god. Oh god. " The assistants are both clearly well trained and there's something deeply arousing about watching the monster cock being stroked in front of her face.

"I love your curvy body, girl." says a voice out of view. "I'm looking forward to fucking you."

He says this is at either the worst time, or the best time - depending on your point of view - because that statement of lust towards her whilst she's literally staring at his erect cock combined with an expert licking brings her latest orgasm.

Tammy walks back in and puts a tally mark on Roxy's back under her name. Then reaches under and squeezes her tit then slaps her ass before walking off stage again. Roxy is completely oblivious to this but feels sparking sensations all over her body.

"Are you ready to be fucked on camera, Roxanne Harmon?" calls out Michael. Roxy opens her mouth to reply but is unable to speak as the BBC is pushed into her mouth. She tenses but a gasps opens her mouth wider, as the assistant who made her cum takes the opportunity to slide his 7 inches straight inside her, sliding all the way in to her wetness. He grabs her wide hips and makes use of her, absolutely pounding her ass, which would be making her moan if she wasn't gagging on the first few inches of the cock in her mouth. Roxy's world narrows to the hot cocks spit-roasting her, even as she struggles to breath - only barely conscious of the finger pushed into her ass. She's never felt so used, and so dirty, and... oh fuck. Her pussy clamps down on the assistant inside her as she cums with her restrained legs shuddering, while glugging on the insanely thick cock in her mouth. The BBC pulls out, then slaps her face with his manhood as one nameless assistant she's never spoken to grunts loudly and empties his balls deep inside her.

Tammy skips back up to update the score for Roxy's second orgasm and giggles as she watches the assistant grunt and dump. She dutifully puts a tally under both sides this time. As she turns to leave, the assistant with now two fingers in Roxy's ass steps in to replace the other. As he withdraws his cock cum dribbles out of Roxy - all caught on camera.

"I want to cum deep in your ass, slut" says the second assistant, spitting on his own cocking and position himself behind Roxy.

"wait... not my ass..." mumbles Roxy.

The assistant slides a finger into her ass again. "Are you sure?"

She gasps and groans, then he reaches down to swirl against her pussy. Her clenching asshole relaxes around his finger and he pushes his finger in deeper. Meanwhile, Tammy has dropped to her knees and is sucking the first assistant back to hardness.

The assistant with his fingers in Roxy's ass is now finger-fucking her hard and she's getting quite noisy, when she's not slurping on the big black cock in her face. Without warning he withdraws his fingers and replaces them with spit, then his hard cock. After a moment's resistance he slides all the way in and starts to slowly fuck her. Though mostly immobile he soon notices her pushing back against him... though that might be because there's over 6 inches of thick cock now thumping into her face, again.