Final round

“During the seven rounds you gave twenty nine correct answers and thus managed to gather 1450000 points. In the Final Round you’ll get the chance to convert them into money.”

As he proceeded to explain the rules the Dean made up her mind.

“Are you ready for the Final Round, Patricia?” the host asked.

“Yes, I am,’ her voice was now more composed and confident.

“Draw five categories.”

“Dinosaurs, Symbols of Chemical Elements, Classical Music, Australian Cities, Animal Taxonomy.“

“How do you want to divide your points?”

The contestant made a final pause, then answered.

“All but two on Symbols of Chemical Elements.”

Frank made a knowing smile, but did not comment; he just read the question.

“What is the symbol of Tin?”

“Sn.”

“Correct.”

“One point on Classical Music.”

“The Symphony No. 9 also known as the New World Symphony was written during his stay in America by which composer?”

Patricia had no idea what the correct answer was, she made a guess and hoped it was incorrect.

“Franz Schubert.”

“WRONG.”

“Animal Taxonomy.”

“Which animal does NOT belong in class Ruminantia?”

Once again the contestant had to make a guess, hoping to be wrong.

“Deer.”

“WRONG.”

“Two final mistakes, Patricia,” the host announced. He still did not make any comments regarding her plot. She was grateful for it, even though her motives must have been clear for everyone.

“Draw two transformation cards.”

“Lust Induction, Fetish: Bondage. Oh no!”

“There’s no discarding in the Final Round, though I suspect that the audience would vote for you to keep them both. Into The Chamber you go!”

He did not ask the Dean for her comments either; for which she was grateful too. She took the greatest risk of the whole quiz at the very end and as a ‘reward’ drew two negative transformations. There was nothing more to talk about, she had made her own bed and now had to sleep in it. The contestant was painfully aware of the seriousness of these two transformations, but she was still horny. So when it would later come to any presentations, she knew she might find it really hard to say ‘no’. She entered the device with a weird mixture of arousal, anxiety and resignation. Since both transformations were mostly mental the whole process was swift. Patricia had the chance to feel their results though; she became even hornier and her pussy - moistier. She hesitated for a moment before leaving The Chamber. She even thought about fixing her skirt and buttoning up her shirt, but decided against it. She had shown enough already, the time for modesty was over, now she had to go out and grab the horny bull by its horns; lame pun intended.

When the Dean stepped out of the device the stage was already prepared and waiting for her. Just as he had promised, Patrick was there too.

“Welcome back, Patricia,” said Frank, “before we proceed to the final spectacle of the night let me summarise your achievements. During the course of the show you had been transformed twelve times and had turned into a gorgeous bimbo. You also managed to win 1449998 dollars. Congratulations and have fun!”

The host remained at his panel, but let Patrick run the show from that point. On the stage stood a large metal frame with some cuffs and ropes hanging from it and a set of props laying next to it.

“Join me here, Patricia,” the photographer said in his best seductive voice, “I promise you’ll love it.”

His silky voice broke any remnants of hesitancy she still had; lust and curiosity took over. She approached him in her best model walk, her huge breasts bouncing, a lustful smile on her face.

“Stand over here, darling,” Patrick directed her into the middle of the frame.

It was like a door, only taller and wider, made of thick, steel poles. Attached to the middle of the top bar was a crane with a reel at its end. Once the Dean was in place, Patrick gently grabbed one of her wrists and raised her arm; he locked the wrist in one of the cuffs hanging from the top bar. He then did the same to her other wrist. The contestant’s arms were raised into a Y, but were hanging relatively loosely. The photographer then carefully unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She inhaled audibly when her crotch and buttocks got exposed, but did not protest. It turned out that the No Underwear transformation not only made her pantyhose thinner, but also turned them seamless. The sheerest of fabrics was everything that separated her intimate parts from the world; the cameras exposed it all. One more feature of the transformation was revealed, it had removed Patricia’s bush along with the lingerie. She was grateful for that, because she was not the one to trim down there regularly, to put it mildly. The photographer squatted down behind her and instructed her to step out of the skirt; he then tossed in onto the back of the stage. Next he reached for a spreader bar and attached one of its cuffs to the Dean’s ankle. He carefully spread her legs as wide as the long bar required, which was almost her limit, and locked the other cuff. The model’s stance caused her to become ‘shorter’, thus forcing her to lift her arms upward; this motion also lifted her breasts slightly.

Patrick reached for a rope and tied a single loop under Patricia’s breasts, he then proceeded to tie up a bra of sorts around them. The contestant’s breasts were still mostly covered by the shirt, but with two buttons opened and the rope support they almost escaped from their confinement; ultimately her nipples remained barely covered. The ropework was not overly tight, but rigid; it pushed her huge tits forward and made them look even larger. It also pumped more blood into them, causing the nipples to become even more prominent. This time the photographer could not simply let them be. He took a clamp and attached it to one of the nipples.

“Ah!” Patricia gasped audibly, but did not protest.

The pinch of the clamp was firm, but not painful. Patrick attached another clamp to the second nipple, also getting a gasp in return. He then hung a chain connecting the two clamps, it was heavy enough that it pulled on the nipples. The sensation was not really painful, but could not be ignored.

Having created a bra the photographer proceeded to make rope-panties. This creation was slightly more elaborate. First he created a loop around the Dean’s waist. He surprised her when he then lubricated the pantyhose over her vaginal lips; he also lubed up a part of the next rope. This one was attached to the first at the back, went between her legs, directly between the lips, that was what the lubrication was for. The path followed beneath the rope at the front, upwards to the crane and over the reel. Patrick attached a weight at the end of the rope, so that it was being pulled and dug between the contestant’s pussy lips.

“Mhmm!” she moaned loudly when she first sensed the pressure.

Patrick took one more prop, another bar, and attached it to the middle of the spreader bar between Patricia’s legs. At its other end was a vibrator, which he firmly pressed against her crotch. When he turned low vibrations on his model was finally ready.

The Dean had never felt more exposed in her life; she had never felt hornier either. She was facing the entire audience, and the cameras too, only scraps of clothes covered her entire body. A camera filmed her back side, presenting the rear view on the large screen for everyone, including herself, to see. If that was not bad enough she was tied up and had a vibrator stimulating her pussy. Her professional reputation was shattered, but at this point all she could think about was climax.

Patrick kept walking around her with his camera, shooting endless photos. He aimed at capturing not only her exposed, voluptuous body, but also her ****, lustful expression. She might have undergone various transformations, but he was the final architect of her current state and he was clearly proud of his achievement. Her loud moans filled whatever blanks remained in the images. The Dean was not angry at him, quite the opposite, she was grateful that he let her experience so many new delights and captured on camera her second defloration, so to speak. All she craved now was for him to finish the job and make her climax. The photographer could see all the desires in her eyes and was ready to fulfil them… in time. For now he carefully put his camera down, then increased the speed of the vibrator. He walked behind Patricia, wrapped his arms around her voluptuous body and grabbed her breasts. Though his touch was gentle, they were tightly bound and had clamps attached to the nipples; that predicament quadrupled the effect of even the softest of touches. The Dean moaned loudly; there were some signs of discomfort in that noise, but mostly it was lust and pleasure. The photographer fondled her breasts for a moment, he even poked the chain on her breasts a few times, drawing a loud moan from her mouth each time. After a while he made a short pause and used it to increase the speed of the vibrator to maximum. He then approached the contestant from the front and carefully removed the clamps from her nipples. This caused the blood circulations to try to return to normal, causing mild pain; Patricia cried out when each clamp was removed, but it was clear to the listeners that the pain was overshadowed by pleasure. Patrick swiftly returned behind her back and once again wrapped his arms around her torso. He began to massage her abused nipples, aiming to remove any remnants of discomfort. That caress, paired with the vibrator at maximum speed, was enough to finally push the Dean over the edge. She issued a loud, high-pitched cry and her entire body began to tremble in her bonds. Patrick increased the intensity of his caress, he possessively groped her huge breasts, regularly running his fingers over her erect nipples. The contestant leaned her body back against him for support as the intense orgasm kept shaking her body. The audience remained silent and watched the enfolding spectacle with great focus.

This was the longest and the most powerful orgasm Patricia had ever experienced. The photographer worked tirelessly to prolong it. Eventually her cries ceased and her body stopped trembling, she went limp in her bonds, still supported by Patrick’s arms. He held her for a moment, feeling her heavy breathing and letting her rest. The audience finally sprung back to life and erupted with a wild cheer. They went on for a while, until the photographer let the Dean go and began to release her from the bondage. Her legs were still wobbly, so she leaned against him for support. She offered the audience a final wave before leaving the stage, assisted by Patrick. Frank was saying something, but she did not register his words.