Deal Or No Deal Pt 06

This is part 6 of the sequel to The Challenge. If you haven't read parts 1 - 5 yet, you are missing out, and most of this won't really make sense.

In this final chapter of the game, we find out exactly is in Roxy's box.

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"Are you excited about something there Roxy? " inquires Michael with a grin.

"Yes, sir," comes the reply.

"I would think after all the action you've had today, you'd be glad of the chance to rest but you're.... well - tell everyone what you're doing!"

"I'm fingering my pussy, on camera, Michael"

Michael grins, and then moves on whilst Roxy continues to enjoy her own body.

"OK. So, it's come down to this - 3 cases left, including the one with you Roxy that contains either 1000 or 100,000. Let's get both cases over here to the table and you can choose what happens..... next?"

His last words are interrupted by a rare thing for Michael - a surprise. The phone on the desk is ringing. This is the last section, all the offers are made and done. What could he want? But, when all is said and done he is the boss and Michael works for him so he answers, "Hello?"

Even the consummate professional, Michael can't keep the confusion entirely out of his voice. He looks shocked, then a smile appears - not the usual showbiz sneer, but a genuine smile. He puts down the phone and looks at Roxy who has ceased her playing, also confused by the call.

Our MC clicks his fingers, and on cue two girls appears - Roxy recognises Tammy's large chest and red hair and... perfectly smooth delicious enticing pussy. She is as naked as Emily is, and though not tall she still makes Emily look tiny - their chests almost at opposite ends of the spectrum. As large as Tammy's chest is, Emily's bare bum is small. She is not without curves - just a petite, concentrated femininity. Both girls collect a suitcase each and bring them to the table, Then they descend upon Roxy, either side of her, taking turns in making out, and taking her hands to fondle each of them. Roxy makes no attempt to resist, although with her hands occupied her hips start to writhe and wriggle as she craves stimulation. This is provided by both girls, after a moment, in the form of Tammy's ample busom pushed into her face, while Emily drops to her knees between Roxy's legs. The stimulation makes Roxy moan loudly, and groan, and squirm with the occasional "Oh fuck!", "YES OH MY GOD!". Just as she let's out a, "Oh fuck don't stop!" they do just that. Stepping away in practiced coordination that leaves Roxy squirming and sweaty - and, somehow, her wrists are tied to the chair. Roxy pulls at the bindings, desperate to push herself beyond the edge, now fading, but still enticingly close.

Michael ignores her protestation and moans and continues.

"So, The Wanker is all about giving satisfaction and avoiding disappointment. And we're all a little disappointed that there's a good chance you'll get to the end without ever enjoying the final forfeit. We don't like that, we feel like we want more. I think you know how we feel? But rules ARE rules. We don't want you running off early -hence the cuffs.

"Now here's the deal. We can play on as per the rules, and see how the chips fall. If you pick the money case, that'll complete the game. "

Roxy is barely listening, Emily is cruelly stroking her thigh but stopping just short of her most sensitive areas. Tammy is just standing next to her, but she's subtly pressing her body against Roxy.

Michael continues, "But, if you choose to play BOTH the cases, forfeit and money, the banker will double whatever your prize money is at the end. That means you could be walking out with 2,000 - or TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND. "

Roxy's attention is now very much on Michael, though her squirming and panting hasn't ceased.

"Does that sound like a good deal?"

Roxy nods. Imagining the potential.

"So, if you say those magic words, we'll open both cases straight away and show you exactly what's going to happen. But the game will then require you to immediately play the forfeit in order to win. After all the things you've done today, I'm sure you'll find it easy! Otherwise, you say No Deal, and you can pick a case to open.

"You might end up playing the forfeit anyway. And you might miss out on a massive payout. It's all a game. The choice is yours."

Michael straightens up and the girls move back to the cases, but each strokes or gropes Roxy as they leave.

"SO Roxy. Double the Fun. Deal or No Deal?"

Roxy is near breathless with arousal and apprehension. She thinks to herself, that she wants to know what the forfeit is. She hasn't felt so alive as when she's been here, performing for the camera. Doing... whatever she's told. But it could be over. If she chooses the right case, and she's holding the 100,000 she could be over and done in the next 5 minutes. Never have to see Michael again!

Never hear his smug voice.

Never see those too sluts Tammy or Emily or...

Or Lisa.

Her breath catches in her throat as she considers never seeing Lisa again.

"Deal," she says to Michael, and realises that she WILL be doing another forfeit, and she has no idea what it is and she feels her pussy clench and squeeze at the thought.

Michael is surprised for the second time in as many minutes, but this time he recovers more quickly and only his eyebrow raise betrays him, "Excellent! I can't WAIT to see how you deal with this... Girls? Open the cases!"

From their positions behind the cases, each girl reaches forward to pop the catches and then with a shared, "Three, two, ONE!" they open the cases in sync, though Emily is on tip-toes to each from behind with the height of the table. She lets out a cute little yelp as the forfeit confetti pops (even though we all knew it was coming).

Tammy giggles. "You're such a fluffy little one!" she says to Emily, and pulls Emily in for a hug. The height and shape difference means that Emily's face, and most of her head, disappears between Tammy's large breasts. Michael is enjoying the show, a sight that would normally be quite distracting for Roxy but she's staring intently at the case. Michael follows her gaze to look at the value in the case just revealed. The forfeit is marked "Silence!" but in the case next to it is "1000".

"OH FUCK!" exclaims our MC - completely losing his professional edge, "I was not expecting....Well done Roxy! Looks like you could be on for 200,000!"

His attempt to get things back on track are only moderately successful.

"...fuck..." says Roxy, quietly. Her face looks strangely impassive, "What is the forfeit?"

"OH YES! Thank you Roxy, you seem eager! Time for some fun," sniggers the MC

He reaches out and peels off the card, reading the back.

His eyes darken as he looks at the chubby slut, "All you have to do is sit in the chair. For 10 minutes." Roxy looks quizzical. "OH. And you mustn't make a sound. At all..."

Roxy looks more concerned. Michael explains further, "There will be a microphone around your neck, pretty sensitive."

"If you cough, it'll detect it.

"If you moan, it'll detect it.

"If you yelp in pain, it'll detect it.

"If you beg for us to stop, it'll detect it.

"If you beg for us to pound your sopping cunt..."

"YES, It'll detect it. I GET IT," interrupts Roxy.

"Ahah yes. You get 2 strikes. 3 strikes and you lose," he concludes, "And we're going to do whatever we like for that ten minutes. "

Roxy looks unfazed, maybe even eager.

Michael sees that and teases her a little, "Even if it was to do NOTHING to you at all. Just leave you as you are right now."

The bound, busty, nude slut does her best to stay nonchalant but her despair at the idea of being left untouched for 10 minutes right now is evident to all.

"That would amuse ME but it might be less exciting for the people who are going to watch this. You realise this will be seen by millions, now - Roxanne Harmon? We're going to make enough money to cover this even if you win. Your video will still be published - we're editing it as we speak. So many scenes! I hope you have an agent, because you're going to be soo popular after thi... oh wait. You don't need an agent. You're going to be an owned slave. I almost forgot," he sneers. "Did you?" he enquires, cruelly.

A momentary transition again, and then Michael's back to business.

"I think we're all set up? Let's do a quick check:

Timer clock? Check.

Microphone? Check.

Volume meter? Check.

Klaxon?...OW - that's loud, check.

Strike lights? Check.

Wet cunted slut desperate for attention... OH yeah there she is! We're ready!"

The lights drop and Roxy loses visibility of what's going on outside her immediate vicinity, Her breathing quickens and the volume meter registers a little gasp - not enough to use up a strike though.

"The timer has started Roxy - are you ready to play?"

Roxy opens her mouth to reply, then stops herself and scowls.

"Well, was worth a try," cackles our favourite MC.

"So, which of the girls do you want to come out here and play with you?" he asks the helpless, bound, contestant.

Roxy doesn't open her mouth, but you can see she wants to speak.

"No preference? OK. Emily - come out here."

Emily comes out, this time she's dressed in a leather swimsuit/harness item. Dark makeup, high heels - that bring her up to a little over 5 ft - with a stage hand pushing a trolley behind her.

Without a word, Emily stands between Roxy's legs and pushes her knees apart so she can get close. She leans forward to kiss Roxy gently, and cops a feel whilst she's there. Then twists and slaps Roxy's exposed pussy hard. This got real far too quickly for Roxy and she yelps loudly before her mouth slams shut, clamping off the sound. But too late. The klaxon goes off straight away...

Michael cackles and holds up 1 finger to the camera, "One down already, slut."

Emily grins and then spits in Roxy's face. Roxy looks back, swallowing her pride, and then snakes out a tongue to also swallow the spit from Emily. Emily raises an eyebrow and moves to the trolley, she tinkers with it for a moment then a flash of light and she returns with a bright red 9 inch long... candle. Positioning the flame above Roxy's body she drops a few droplets of wax onto Roxy's hand, which flinches - telling Roxy all she needs to know about the temperature and the pain. The wax falls off, leaving a bright red patch on Roxy's hand. Emily sticks out her tongue and drops a wax blob onto her own tongue, then her own tiny tit. She gives out little yelps, and hops on the spot with the pain, with a big smile on her face.

"So fucking hot. In all senses!" she giggles. Michael is just there grinning back. "Ready for number 2?" comes Emily's prediction, as she tips the long candle onto Roxy's stomach and up towards her large chest. But she pauses nearing the breast flesh and moves back down, dribbling hot drops of pain onto Roxy's pale sensitive skin, charting a journey from her stomach towards her groin.

Roxy wriggles and writhes, biting her lip and trying to get away from the pain, eyes widening at every inch closer to her shaved, smooth pussy. Her mind is screaming for her to release the same scream for real. Emily is, apparently, a real psycho though as she circles Roxy's pussy with droplets - each drop agony on her creamy thighs. But Emily isn't circling, she's spiraling - her eyes fixed on Roxy's expression, her other hand between her own legs now working faster as Roxy's pain becomes apparent in her, somehow silent, thrashing.

Emily goes back to the candle to light a second candle, but suddenly gasps as she notices the seat beneath Roxy is slick with a pool forming.

"ARE YOU GETTING OFF ON THIS??" exclaims Emily. Without waiting for a reply she moves both lit candles and drips piercing pain directly onto Roxy's ample chest, and hard nipples. Roxy's breath is quickening, her movements splashing the drops all over her torso, but her chest is now bright crimson. Emily's smile momentarily returns till Roxy's body tenses for a second and then shudders, and her restrained body gushes and squirts from a silent, but obviously powerful orgasm.

Michael is standing over Emily who is shocked into paralysis, till he pushes her face onto Roxy's still gushing cunt. She drops the candles which thankfully, go out as they hit the floor - mostly due to the moisture everywhere. Roxy grimaces and keeps her mouth shut as another strong, maybe even stronger shudder washes over her body with Emily gasping for breath between her legs.

"Swallow, slut" instructs Michael to Emily "Lap at that kitty!"

Emily, shedding her domme persona, becomes an obedient toy under Michael's touch and gaze. She buries her face in Roxy's crotch, causing Roxy's knees to press together and the tiniest squeak from her mouth, but it appears this doesn't quite register on the microphone. The cooled wax covering Roxy's breasts has cracked, but even where her skin shows through her skin is still very red. Dye from the candle, or tortured skin? Roxy is not sure, her body is just a vibrating, swirling mass of sensations and experiences with a golden seam of thought swirling through it - "NO SOUND. WIN MONEY".

Maybe, maybe... she's got 2 chances to make a noise. She could, maybe, let out the tension inside and scream and moan. Just one little yelp. Oh god she really wants to...

Michael pulls hard on Emily's hair, causing Emily to coyly bite her lip and caress her own hard body. Roxy is oblivious though as there's a sudden gap in her existence. An ache arrives out of nowhere centered around her punished pussy. She needs to be touched. Or slapped. Or that... mmm that hot wax. Something. ANYTHING. Please... her mouth opens to ask, or even beg for it.

"NO SOUND. WIN MONEY," slaps across her lips - metaphorically speaking - though the effect is quite real. She takes the moment to slow her breathing, to try and get some sense of the time endured, see how much longer. Don't throw away life long comfort for a momentary need. Even if your whole body. Every cell, every molecule is crying out for that tiny bitch to fist your cunt in front of everyone.

Roxy feels her body quivering and aching for attention.

Michael clicks his fingers and Tammy walks in, her ample bosom bouncing in time delightfully with her red hair. She beckons to Emily and both girls stand either side of Roxy's bound body and lean forward to kiss. The kiss starts pretty tame but soon gets more and more passionate, they lower their faces till they're kissing right in front of Roxy. They're inches away, and Roxy is straining to be near them. She's licking her lips, craving the touch of theirs on hers. Tammy pushes her tongue down Emily's throat then pulls off and pushes her large chest into Roxy's face. With no warning, Roxy reacts purely instinctually and sucks hard on Tammy's breasts moving from one to another hungrily. Meanwhile, Emily has begun peeling her wax handiwork off of Roxy's tortured tits. She moves to the trolley and pulls off some clamps. Roxy's attention is wholly on Tammy's chest and her fingers that are dancing over her body. That is, until Emily closes the clamp on her left nipple followed by the right one. She immediately stops sucking on Tammy, which Tammy responds by pulling Roxy's face tight into her almost smothering her. This actually saves Roxy as her grunt when Emily slides her whole hand inside Roxy is masked by Tammy's ample flesh.

Both girls are doing their best to prise a noise out of Roxy - even though her flesh is numb from the continual abuse and pleasure, she's still struggling to keep silent. They're really practiced at their art. She is trying not to engage, to stay calm, but her whole body is vibrating at a cellular level due to the delicate hand expertly stretching and stimulating every inch of her punished pussy. Hungrily sucking on the big tits pressed against her face she barely notices Tammy's hand on her head pulling her close. Meanwhile, Emily's other hand is delicately swirling on the outside, providing pressure against her own fingers from within. Then, leaning in to swirl an impressive tongue for such a small mouth, Roxy feels the pressure rising, against everything of another orgasm. Emily is teasing it out of her building it up and then going slow, making the pressure grow, and grow, and grow, without release. Tammy moves Roxy's head to face directly on, enjoying the attention her tits are getting, one hand on Roxy's head and the other between her own legs. She smears the resulting juices over her own tits and Roxy hungrily laps them up. Then Tammy looks down at Emily and sees Emily nod and wink.

The two girls have been working together, and their plan has reached the critical point. Tammy pulls hard and pushes Roxy's face between her expansive breasts holding her tight, smothering her, cutting off her air. She continues to suck for a moment before she starts to wiggle and struggle. Just as she starts to struggle against her bindings Emily buries her face in her soaking wet cunt, and her hand closes into a fist inside Roxy. No one but Emily and Roxy can tell but the effect is immediate, and amplified as Emily starts to fist fuck her tiny arm in and out of her. Roxy's mind shuts down and her body goes onto autopilot, focused on the pleasure avalanche coming from her crotch, fire burning across her body - barely focused on the fact she still can't breath.

It's useless for her to resist and her body gives up trying, as her legs start to shudder uncontrollably. Tammy is staring at Emily, waiting for something. Emily is covered with sweat from her endeavours, her little ass wiggling close to the camera man, showing how wet her own pussy is as she tears an earth shattering orgasm out of Roxy's exhausted body. Right at the moment of that orgasm Tammy releases Roxy's face from her smothering embrace and Roxy inhales hard and then screams loudly, "fuuuuuuuuuuuu*gasp*uucccccckkkkkkk*gasp* aaaaaarrg!" that is lost under the sound of a klaxon that momentarily synchronises with her loud gasping.

"Well DONE girls!" congratulates Michael, which serves to bring Roxy back to reality even as her body shudders and she struggles to stifle her grunts. Michael holds up two fingers (politely held together) to the camera and says "That's two."

He turns his attention to Roxy, "So, TitSlut, you're one gasp, one moan, one cough, hiccup, mumble, sneeze away from losing the game. Losing the money. And your freedom. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut and don't enjoy it," Michael looks at the camera and grins. "Basically, I'm saying don't be a slut, TitSlut." then raises his eyebrow. "Should be easy, right?"

Michael glances up at the clock. Less than 3 minutes left. His smile is unwavering but this needs to happen soon. They've broken her with pain, and with pleasure, but this needs to get taken up a notch. Time for the slutty weapon.

"OK, Tammy, Emily, go into the green room and fuck each other till I come see you... send your 'sister' out."

But Lisa is already on her way out. She's dressed extremely conservatively for the show, and Michael is annoyed but it only shows on his face for a second. She walks in from behind Michael and approaches him to give him a tender kiss, then looks over at Roxy as her hand caresses Michael's swollen crotch. Nothing is said. But TitSlut's eyes are all over Lisa's body, her breath quickened as soon as she was mentioned. Lisa is wearing a tailored jacket, a miniskirt, hold-ups, and a pair of expensive looking strap heels. All of them black, contrasting against her pale skin and blond hair, and bright red lipstick.

She walks to Roxy, and standing next to her hitches up her skirt to reveal no underwear, before swinging her leg over Roxy's body and sitting in her lap. Roxy looks confused and wants to say so many things but obviously can't. Lisa doesn't speak but leans forward and gives Roxy a long kiss perfectly balanced between passionate and tender. Michael is still focused on the time. Two minutes left.