(B) Randi accepts the challenge boldly.

Randi looked from her cousin to the corridor before her. Her bound boobs throbbed in time with her heart. She knew that the devices in the hall would hurt her tits. But if she didn’t take on the challenge Daisy would suffer. And she just couldn’t accept that.

Teeth gritted, shoulders back, she marched tit first into the hall. The first machine sprang to life. A large paddle slapped Randi’s breasts down. It hit so hard that the bound orbs struck her belly and then sprang up almost to her chin. Pain exploded, a stick of dynamite loosed in each melon. She’d tired to brace for the pain but there was no preparing for such levels of agony. It took all she had not to drop to the ground weeping.

When she recovered enough to look at her breasts, she could make out the welt outline of the paddle. She looked down the corridor. There was ten more of the machines ling both sides, 20 in total. Her mind boggled at how much pain she was in for.

“You better hurry up, you’ve already lost a minute and you have gone only two feet.” Sandi’s voice broke her from her bleak thoughts.

Maybe if I move faster, the machines won’t be able to hit me. With that thought in mind, Randi sprinted toward the end of the hall.

For several seconds it seemed she was right and the machines didn’t have time to engage before she was already by. She should have known her cousin would plan for this. The whir of several engines coming to life at once filled her ears.

The machine on her left swung its arm before she got near. This made her hesitate a step. And the machine on her right sprang into action, forcing her to skip out of the way. Suddenly, the first arm that missed her flew back up. At speed, it struck the underside of her melons. They sprang up, clipping Randi’s chin, pain exploding through the glands.

The agony stole her breath and staggered her forward. The next unit attacked without mercy. It hit her breasts so hard she thought it had tore them off. It took all her strength not to collapse to her knees, but she knew she couldn’t give in, time was already running out.

Teeth gritted, she jumped passed the next unit and did a pirouette to dodge around the one after that. The hall’s exit was only a couple more feet. She tried for another ballet move but the last two devices swing into action one right after then other.

After she dodged back from the left machine’s strike, she stared forward. At that exact moment, the right arm swung down and the left swung back up. The arms clapped her tits between them. The pain was blinding and only grew worse as the arms continued on. One pushed down, one pushed up. The only thing that saved her teats from being scissored off was the arms were spaced just far enough apart.

That fact never entered Randi’s pain flooded mind. All she could think was the terrible wrenching agony. That her swollen, bound teats felt on the verge of exploding. When the robotic arms finished their torturous trip, she collapsed against the hall door, too weak to even think.

“Ah, so close!” Sandi’s voice rang with the false sorrow of a game show host. “Just ten seconds faster and you’d have beaten the challenge and gotten to go home without having to face another challenge.” She clapped. “But that’s good news for me and the webcam viewers.”

Somehow that penetrated the fog of pain clouding Randi’s mind. From her position half slumped against the hall door, she groaned, “Webcam?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” Sandi crouched in front of her. A viper striking, her flat chested cousin had Randi by the wrist and spun her crashing to the floor. The busty teen smacked tits first, the added **** dazing her long enough that Sandi easily got her hands bound behind her back. With no small amount of pain the skinny, red-head dragged Randi to her feet.

“Yes, dear cousin, you’re being recorded. If you weren’t a little tied up, I’d tell you to wave to the cameras. Since you can’t, we’ll just move on to the second challenge.”

She duck marched Randi through the hall door into a large room. A clear plexiglass wall with three doors divided the room. Each door led to a small chamber. Before Randi could give it any thought, Sandi smashed her tits into the plexiglass wall. Tapping the wall in front of Randi’s face, she explained. “There are 3 ways to the other side of the room. Each chamber has a puzzle for you to solve to get through.”

“H, how am I going to solve any puzzles with my hands behind my back!” Randi cried.

“No fear, sweet cousin, all the puzzles can be solved with your fat melons.” Sandi gave Randi’s left breast a quick squeeze.

Randi could barely think. Her breasts throbbed, pain a hammering pulse. And she was going to have to put them through even more agony before the night was over. Locking eyes with her cousin, a chill played her spine like a xylophone. Sandi wanted her to suffer.

“I can’t believe you Sandi!” Randi growled. “I’ve been nothing but kind to you and this is the way you repay me!”

The vicious light in the flat chested girl’s eyes blazed hotter. “Pity is not kindness.” She reached out and twisted Randi’s nipple. Pain tore through her aching chest, nearly drowning out what Sandi said next. “Now, if you want to save these fat melons, you just have to win one of these challenges.”

A cruel laugh escaped her throat. “And if you were smart, you’d best do it on this one - the next challenge is much, much worse.”

“And I bet this challenge is worse than the last.” The busty red-head sneered at her cousin. “So what it has to be more than a few puzzles, what’s the catch?”

“Boy, sweet cousin, you keep proving you’re smarter than your reputation would imply.” Sandi waved at the three doors. “The challenges have an escalating risk of total failure. That means you aren’t just risking losing the challenge, but losing the entire night!”

“What? What does that mean?”

“My dear sweet cousin, it means that there is a chance you could lose your fat melons on one of these puzzles.”

“But, but you said I only have to complete one challenge successfully!”

“I did but there has to be a penalty for failure. So, you have one in three chances of losing your tits. One of the paths has a puzzle that if you fail - well you lose.” Sandi gave a cruel chuckle. “And even I don’t know which puzzle it is. I set it on random. So, which path are you going to take?”