(A) Randi takes the left door.

As soon as Randi stepped into the plexiglass cubical a large box rose out of the floor. A monitor sat atop with 5:00 flashing on the read out. The busty red head stared at the monitor for several seconds before saying, “Okay, where’s the puzzles?”

A voice came from the monitor. “Place nipples against the markers.” Before Randi could ask what markers, two circles lit up on the front of the box. Looking at them, she felt the fear of this challenge for the first time. But she knew there was no backing out. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the box. The red circles were in perfect alignment with her stiff nipples. She swallowed the lump of fear in her throat and pressed her nubs against the cool, hard metal.

“You have five minutes to answer 3 riddles. Each wrong answer will result in a punishment. The time will start after the first riddle is read.” The voice paused as if for dramatic effect. Knowing Sandi, it probably was programed that way. “A 747 leaving from California at 9:15 A.M. flying to Toronto Canada. The plane maintained an average airspeed of 350 mph.”

Again, the voice paused and Randi panicked. It sound like the riddle was a math problem - she was terrible at math. She racked her brain. Speed is distance ... divided by ... um ... time! She grinned at being able to remember that.

The mechanical voice suddenly asked, “If the plane crashed on the boarder between the U.S. and Canada, on which side would they bury the survivors?” The unexpected turn of the question threw Randi for a loop. And seeing the numbers on the clock speed away, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Both sides!”

A loud buzz sounded. “Wrong! First penalty!” Electricity struck her nipples. The shock zip through her, knocking her back two steps.

It hurt so bad, she cold only stand there shaking for a full minute. Finally recovered enough to register the electronic voice. “ You have twenty seconds to place your nipples on their marks or you will be listed as a forfeit.”

Randi shook her head, but though she didn’t want to feel that zap again, she knew that forfeiting would end terribly for both herself and Daisy. Taking a deep breath, she pressed her nipples to the paddles again.

“Next riddle, John’s mother has 3 children. Penny, Nickle, and what is the name of her third child?”

“Dime - no wait!” She knew as soon as the word came out of her mouth. But it was too late. The voice almost sang, “Wrong, penalty 2.”

The electric shock was so strong, it nearly knocked Randi to the floor. Moaning in pain, she wanted to just lay down and cry. But the annoying voice said, “You have ten seconds to place your nipples on the pads, ten, nine, eight...”

Randi gasped, “Oh God,” and quickly placed her tender buds on the circles.

The unchained voice chimed, “Final riddle, you have one minute left to answer. The one who makes it, doesn’t want it. The one who buys it, doesn’t need it. The one who needs it, doesn’t know it. What is it?”

Randi’s brows knotted. “What the hell!”

“Answers must be in the form of a statement.” The robotic voice almost seemed vicious. “Is that your answer?”

“No!” Randi wanted to run away. She couldn’t believe her cousin would do this to her. The robotic voice broke into her thoughts. “You have 30 seconds to answer.”

God! I have no idea! She quickly thought over the riddle again but her mind was blank. The recording buzzed. “No answer is the same as a wrong answer.” With no warning the two small metallic arms shot out and latched onto her aching nipples. Squeezing, the buds crushingly tight, they held her steady while another set pierced her nipples with two tiny bells. The pain drew tears from Randi’s eyes and made her cry out.

“Challenge failed, proceed to final challenge.” The voice chimed as the robot arms withdrew from Randi’s aching nips.

The merry tinkle of the bells as she trembled in pain was like adding insult to injury. She wanted to shout the walls down but she could see her cousin standing out side the exit to the chamber. She had no doubt Sandi would call forfeit if she did not go out and join her right away. Jingling the whole time, Randi **** herself to walk over to her evil cousin.

“Now what, bitch! How are you going to **** me next?” She snarled at Sandi.

“Tsk, tsk,” Sandi reached out and gave one of the bells a flick making Randi hiss in pain. “Now cuz, that isn’t anyway to talk to me? I’ve given you nothing but chances here. In fact,” She grasped the bells and started dragging Randi by her nips.

Randi screamed, it felt like the buds were about to be ripped off her. **** stop the pain, she quickly followed her cousin up to the third floor balcony. Someone, probably Sandi herself, removed a section of railings, making a small opening that gave a clear line of sight to the floor two stories below.

The flat-chested redhead pointed to the rafters. A pulley system was set up above their heads. “So, cousin, you’ve failed the speed challenge, the mind challenge, your last chance lies here in the strength challenge.” Sandi then pointed to the line leading from it to the large weight on the ground floor. Randi squinted. No, the weight was hanging a short distance from the floor.

With a laugh, Sandi patted her busty cousin’s shoulder. “Yes Randi, it is being held up by the line.” She clapped her hands and two robotic arms lowered from the ceiling. They held the lines to the weight and as they neared, the block lifted a couple feet.

“So, the challenge is simple cuz. You will have to hold this 100 pound block up for five minutes.”

The weight alone sounded nearly impossible and after the other challenges, she knew their was more. “And what’s the catch? What’s the awful twist you’ve added?”

A vicious grin spread across Sandi’s lips. “Oh, cuz, I think you can guess.” On another clap the end of the line the robotic arms held moved as if alive. Like some time lapse film it “grew” toward Randi’s swollen melons. As it neared, it split in two, joining with the nano-wire rings squeezing her jugs.

Teeth bared in a snarl, the busty redhead growled, “I can’t believe you! There’s no way!”

“Oh but there is, I’ve done the math.” Sandi pointed at the block. “Hold the block up for the five minutes and you and Daisy go free - no harm. If you can’t the block will hit a sensor which will signal the rings to collapse all the way.”

All the way! Randi swallowed thinking how terrible this sounded. How could she ever hold that much weight with just her tits?