Deal or No Deal

This is part 4 of the sequel to The Challenge. If you haven't read parts 1 - 3 yet, you might want to check it out!

In this chapter, Roxy hopes to move forward, but gets reminders of her past

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Roxy is still panting on the padded bench and looks at Michael incredulously. An assistant brings out a glass of water and hands it to her then helps her off the bench and over to the chair. All the sweating and groping and thrusting means the body writing is mostly smeared or gone completely.

Michael looks at her, "we'll edit this bit out when we post you getting fucked online".

"IF" replies Roxy.

Michael grins, but doesn't reply.

"OK - ready to carry on?"

"Do you think there's any point?" asks Roxy meekly.

"Oh yes, I'm sure there's more fun to be had, and there's 50,000 and 100,000 still to find!", he says the last bit more upbeat and enthusiastic and Roxy realises he's carrying on.

Roxy looks over at the diminished table of cases - and shrugs, making her breasts jiggle slightly. "Case number 2?"

On cue, the leggy blond named Lisa walks in to collect the case. Arriving at the desk she pouts at Michael.

"Why are you so sad, Lisa?" he asks.

"Everyone else got to play, but I was stuck out the back. I really wanted to eat her pussy.", she says looking at Roxy at the end. Roxy blushes slightly and her nipples harden.

"Well, maybe you'll get lucky with this one Lisa?" says Michael, ignoring Roxy's reaction, and flips open the case. Which explodes with confetti to reveal a card saying "Hello, my name is..."

"OH another forfeit! Yay. Let's see what this one says?"

Meanwhile, the assistant team have already come out and put a ball gag in Roxy's mouth, then secure it. Exhausted after the previous forfeit Roxy barely resists.

Michael continues reading, "Everyone should know who you are, so we're going to write your name."

The assistant takes Roxy's hands whilst she tries to adjust the ball-gag in her mouth and puts them behind her back and secure her forearms together behind her back, whilst Michael continues reading.

"And to make sure you never forget your REAL name, we'll be using permanent ink."

Roxy looks nonchalant, till a small table is rolled out with a tattoo machine attached. Just as her ankles are locked into the chair with cuffs.

" 'Ot 'ar 'oo 'oin' 'oo 'aigh'??" asks Roxy, panicking.

"I've no idea what you just said, TitSlut" replied Michael. Roxy begins to shake her head. "ugh ugh go 'ay"

"Sorry can't understand you, but it's ok. We're doing it. Just how sensitive is the skin on your breasts?" Michael smiles wickedly at this last comment. Roxy's eyes go wide now and she wiggles in the chair.

One of the assistants approaches with gloves on and picks up the tattoo gun and reaches out to grab Roxy's right breast. He squeezes it and pinches the nipple. This isn't necessary for the tattoo, but no one seems to mind. The assistant sticks a pre-made template onto his target, and peels it off leaving the outline of "TitSlut" in 2 inch letters.

Roxy looks down at the word on her body, and pulls away as far as she can.

Michael's voice commands sternly "Behave now TitSlut or you'll have a badly written tattoo." Moments later the assistant starts doing the outline and Roxy tries to squeal through the gag. Lisa appears on Roxy's left hand side and strokes her hair, "there, there, slut..." before taking the opportunity to fondle Roxy's other breast. Squeezing and swirling fingers on her breast start to send pleasurable feelings towards Roxy's mind, via her groin. A delicate hand from Lisa caresses down her body to start to tease Roxy's pussy. The sensitive flesh of her right breast is stinging with the fast needling of the gun permanently marking her body. With the added pleasure from her other breast and the attention on her pussy the pain feels different. Still extreme but, not as bad? Maybe even. Pleasurable..? OH god no that hurts so much!

The assistant has started filling in the large area as the outline is now complete and using a larger needle cluster. Lisa slaps her other breast right on the nipple making Roxy yelp again into the gag. She starts really roughly groping Roxy's breast whilst fingering her puffy pussy. Roxy's head rolls back and she moans again, as Lisa leans in to suck on her nipple.

"You're such a slut" Lisa whispers. "I can't wait for everyone to see you getting fucked full of cum, TitSlut. That's basically your real name. Oh you're so wet. I think you want to lose, you want to be a fuckslut slave. If you cum now, you'll be agreeing with me"

No one else can hear what she's saying but Roxy does and cums hard, again being treated roughly.

"Finished" says the assistant, wiping up the rest of the ink.

Roxy feels the whole area throbbing with heat and pain and... pleasure? What is WRONG with her?

"Well Roxy, 2 cases into this round and you've not lost the 100,000.". As Michael keeps things moving, Roxy is released from the restraints. "Maybe the next call from the Wanker will be more helpful to you. Or maybe you'll go all the way and make a lot of money after all this. Of course you'll still be TitSlut. LOL. OK - we've got rid of the toys, let's carry on - pick a case"

Case 4 reveals its value as 10, which gets a round of applause and gives Roxy a little more hope. The minimum to walk away with is 100 now, still not going to buy her freedom, of course. The next case, 17, turns out to be a good choice too as she finishes off the round without any more forfeits or big values by revealing 750. Emily still makes Roxy suck her finger, not realising why the rest of the studio laugh.

The phone rings again. Michael answers then says "Ahuh. Ahuh. You're sure? OK."

He hangs up then turns to Roxy. One of the assistants runs in with a card.

Michael explains, "The Wanker says you're to read that card, then you can have the offer. Or you can continue without an offer."

Roxy puts her hand out to take the card. Looks at it.

"Oh, he says he needs to be convinced or he'll knock 10 grand off the offer. Impress him and he'll add to the offer."

She looks at Michael, eyebrow raised.

"And you have to say it into this camera."

Roxy slumps on her chair, looks down at the floor, then sits up. Straightens her back. Pushes out her tits, and looks up at the camera.

"Hello everyone, my name is TitSlut and I love being fucked by strangers in all of my holes."

Roxy reaches up and pushes her tits together.

"Mr Wanker, sir won't you cum over these?"

Michael smiles as he answers the ringing phone. "Ahuh. OH really. Really? OK."

He hangs up.

"The original offer is 35,000 - but he's offering you... 45,000!"

Roxy shakes her head.

"Deal or No Deal, Roxy?"

"What do you think, Michael?? Is that enough to buy myself back?"

"Strangely enough, no it isn't" says Michael smiling smugly. "Deal or No Deal, TitSlut?"

"No d..." she realises she responded to her other name again. "No deal" she completes. "Next case? " she follows - trying to take control.

"Yes, next case!"

"How about your dick size, Michael? Five."

"That would actually be case eight, Roxy. I'll prove it if you want".

Roxy shrugs, so Emily saunters on and brings over case 8. Emily is now entirely naked, and even more petite without her heels. She actually disappears behind the case once the lid is opened - so people only hear her little yelp as the confetti goes off. Roxy tenses, and Michael peels off the card that says "Welcome!". Looking around nervously, Michael calms her down.

"OH this one is fun, and easy for you - as you've already completed it!"

Roxy's confused expression only serves to further amuse Michael.

"As you may remember, when we brought you into our studio, we had a couple of routine processes to go through. Well, 'for training reasons' we record those interactions. "

Michael can't stop giggling as he says that last part, but continues after a moment.

"So, we have your full interview and your health check. Audio and video. "

Roxy looks annoyed, but not sure what's going on. "So?" she asks.

"Well, you granted us permission to publish anything filmed in the studio, and acknowledged that you knew filming was going to happen, and that we would publish on our website."

Roxy begins to catch on.

"So if I lose you'll publish them as well??", she asks.

"Not quite, Roxy...."

He pauses and grins widely seeing Roxy get there before he confirms it.

"We just DID publish it. As soon as the confetti went off."

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Earlier that day, Roxy arrived on the yacht and was asked to sign in. Michael took her into a small room and talked her through the process for the game, and the contract, pointing out where she needed to sign. He said it was basically the same one she'd signed before, they probably could have used that one from The Challenge, but this was just procedure for all contestants. As Roxy signed, she recalled him saying she was the first to play this game but figured they must have other games in play.

"OK. Now we're going to go through to our medical bay where we'll check you out for any obvious problems that might make the game unsafe etc. We'll also need to interview you about anything which might affect your suitability for the game."

"Like what?" asks Roxy.

"Oh you know, if you've done porn or something that could affect our profits etc."

"Well you know about The Challenge, but I've not..." Michael cuts her off.

"Don't tell me - tell the lawyer lady."

He then proceeds to escort her through a few corridors into the medical bay. Moderately sizeable. Michael leaves having introduced the doctor. A tall man in his 40s with greying hair, but well kept - as is his short beard. He's wearing a white coat and has an air of confidence.

"OK, so first of all I need you to take off your clothes, and step onto this scales." he instructs, as Michael leaves.

"Um, do you have a gown to change into?"

"No. Here is fine, don't worry I've seen it all before. I want to get an accurate measure and we have some further examinations to do. Don't worry, the door is locked, no one will disturb us."

Roxy hesitates, having been expecting to keep her clothes on for longer. The doctor just turns to her, having mostly been looking over his notes till now, and just raises an eyebrow.

"Are you refusing the medical?"

Roxy sighs, and undoes the zip on her dress then slips it off. It pools at her stocking feet, having already stepped out of her heels. The doctor looks up, blankly. "Remove your brassiere and knickers too. We need to measure your breasts."

"Why?" asks Roxy.

"They're an indicator of health risks", lies the doctor. "Come on, if you resist every instruction this will take too long."

Roxy reaches behind her and struggles for a while, before she finally manages to unclip all of the hooks - the trouble with rarely wearing a proper bra is that you forget how. She slips the straps off her shoulders and her heavy breasts are freed from the bra which she puts on the floor next to her bra. Nervously, she slips off her delicate panties and places them with her bra.

"You can leave the stockings on. They don't do anything medical, either way."

The doctor pulls open a draw and tells Roxy to stand up straight, he turns her to face a particular direction, perhaps to make it easier for him to take notes?

"Lift your arms a little" he says as he snakes the measuring tape around her ample breast flesh. Standing in front of her, he pulls the tape and pulls it so tight it cuts into her flesh - before moving out and then muttering "41inches".

Roxy is blushing already at the doctor's manipulation of her body and then at the measurement before, without warning he lifts up her left and the right breast to pass the tape underneath. His nonchalant apathy towards her makes her feel more exposed somehow. I guess he's used to it, he's just being 'clinical'.

"Hmmm 34 inches. You've put on some weight chubby girl. Your bra just about fits though. We'll have to factor that in to your health."

He slips the tape down to measure her waist next. "30.... 31 inches". Roxy blushes darker.

"I don't know why you're blushing. I don't care how chubby you are.", remarks the doctor before continuing down to her naked hips and reaches around to push it around her ass, pulling it tight so it cuts in again, before moving back to slack.

"Forty-three inches. What a fat ass."

"Hey! Not very professional!" exclaims Roxy.

"Well it's actually an accurate assessment. You're chubby, girl."

"Time for the scales. Get on there."

Roxy walks over to the weighing scales, her tits and ass wobbling as she goes - the harsh lighting of the medical bay allowing for no secrets. She steps up and the doctor makes some adjustments and reads the amount and makes a note on his paper.

"How much did you claim to weigh on the application, Ms Harmon?"

Roxy hesitates before replying "11 stone but it might be a few pounds over."

Doctor snorts, derisively. "11 stone is about 150 pounds. You're 165 pounds. Surprised you can get into that dress."

Roxy looks hurt by his words.

"Again, just my medical opinion. Let's confirm your height too.", says the 'medical professional' and pulls down a wooden horizontal marker to sit on her head.

"Ah well you didn't lie about that. Putting you official as overweight. Chubby. Right. The show can be quite physically demanding so we need to do some stretching and a fitness test before I can clear you to perform. Stand over there on the cross on the floor, put your legs twice as wide as your shoulders, the bend over and touch the floor."

"Oh come on, nude?" replies Roxy.

"If it helps, I'm gay and you're not my type. Let's get on with it, please Miss."

Roxy looks over at a black cross on the floor and walks over to it, then spreads her legs, feeling the draft on her smooth pussy lips as they're pulled slightly apart. The doctor walks over and indicates she should spread slightly wider, to which she obliges.

"OK now bend over without bending your legs and try and touch the floor. "

Roxy sighs and leans forward, her breasts falling away from her body as she gets to half way down, the doctor says. "Wait there a second."

Roxy is left posed bent over forward. Feeling quite stupid and glad it's just the doctor here.

"OK. Now keep going as far as you can."

Roxy still does the occasional yoga session and Pilates, on YouTube as she can't afford the classes anymore, but is still pretty flexible so she gets to put her hands on the floor. Although she normally does this with a sports bra so her breasts are hanging down towards her face this time. She feels extremely exposed and is thankful the doctor is in front of her and not behind her. Unable to shake the image, her mind imagines her bum cheeks spread and her asshole and plump pussy very visible, especially given how smooth she keeps her pussy these days.

She feels ridiculous.

"IS THIS OK?" she says, with some degree of effort.

"Yes, one moment. I'm just taking notes. Could you walk your hands forward a little, to show strength and flexibility?"

Roxy obliges but now feels quite unstable and embarrassed and exposed.

"OK. I'm done. Move back then bend your legs and roll up to standing."

Roxy does this having done the same manoeuvre many times, but slightly more aware of how her bum sticks out and how her boobs sway. She needs to give more credit to her yoga outfit in the future.

"Right then, you passed that. Much more flexibility than expected. Really showed off your... skills".

Roxy sensed something about how he said "skills" that felt a little off but she might just be paranoid.

"So, now we need to test cardio. Let me just attach these pads."

The doctor rapidly applies sticky pads over Roxy's chest, unceremoniously moving her breasts flesh out of the way to attach them in 6 different locations.

"OK, get on the treadmill over there for me...", gesturing towards a large device opposite a mirrored medicine cabinet.

"Wait - you're not going to make me run naked are you??" asks Roxy.

"No, we'll just do a fast walk. Up you get, come on. Does everything have to be a battle? "

Once Roxy gets onto the treadmill the doctor connects to the sticky pads and puts the cable over the arm. He's as delicate this time as last time except letting go of her left breast causes a single "clap" to sound out.

"Is he stifling a laugh? No - just being paranoid again." thinks Roxy.

He clips something onto her finger, trailing the cable over the other side.

"So, we'll do 60 seconds of you just standing there as a benchmark, then we'll start a gentle walk. Just keep up with the treadmill and we'll get an idea of your stamina. I feel you'll need it. "

The doctor then leaves Roxy standing there, facing the mirror. Time to look at herself, and feel a little exposed again. Looking in the mirror she sees some red marks on her breasts, presumably from the doctor's manipulations earlier. Her heart rate beats faster for a moment then returns to resting.

The doctor without looking at her, reaches out surreptitiously with his right hand and then slaps Roxy's ass leaving a hand print and a wobble. She immediately yelps and spins around.

"Shock test." he says, matter-of-fact. "Can't warn you or tell you about it to get a proper result. But got good results, see?" he points at a series of graphs on the screen that make no sense to Roxy.

He stands up and reaches over to press the "+" button a few times. The treadmill starts and Roxy starts walking. The doc presses a few more buttons and "plan 1" appears on the screen. Roxy is comfortable for a moment but can see in the mirror her breasts, and body judder with every step. After a moment or two she's walking quite fast and the effect on her body is more pronounced, as she feels her bum wiggling from side to side as she walks, her hips swaying. She skips every now and then to keep up causing her whole chest to bounce as one then continue to wobble and jiggle.

"OK. Good keep going, Rox... Ms Harmon" says the doctor.

The treadmill continues to accelerate and Roxy is finding a need to skip more and more often to stay in place. She can see her whole body moving in the mirror. Why put a mirror there anyway??

She starts a jog and immediately her breasts are bouncing and her bum cheeks are clapping quietly. She reaches up to hold her tits in place and the doctor admonishes her "Run properly please", but continues to look at his computer. How did he even know?

She continues to hold and ignores the doctor but soon the speed is such she can't keep up and puts her hands out to the rails to steady herself whilst she's really running. Sweat has formed over most of her body and a little river is running down her back and into her ass crack. A similar river keeps trying to form around her cleavage but the constant bouncing and now clapping sound means that it doesn't have a chance. She's starting to pant a little and sweat is dripping off her face.

Her chubby body looks slick and glistening, her breasts now fully swinging as she struggles with the pace, whilst her large derriere swings from side to side.

"Lucky no one but the doctor is here to see this as it feels as humiliating as the Sybian but without the pleasure. " thinks Roxy.

"Oh god, did I just think that? That riding the Sybian was pleasurable? Amongst the nerves and bondage and Michael's tricks I didn't think - but I came a LOT of times."

"Especially when they took off the mask. "

"Oh god what am I thinking?"

"I came from my own sister sucking my tits"

"FUcK stop thinking this stuff!"

"I enjoyed Michael ripping off my clothing"

"STOP this."

"You're getting wet. In front of the handsome doctor."