Grab Bag

It took effort, but Pixie was able to lift her head to gaze at the 5 silhouettes, their larger-than-life forms on the board high above her making her feel even smaller, even more powerless and insignificant in their presence.

Who are you?

Her eyes drifted down the line, one by one… a series of identical indistinct figures. People she knew, people she’d trusted? That made her shiver despondently – even her friends were revelling in her corruption… promoting it. They could stop this at any time… couldn't they? But they wouldn’t… The game is more important to them than me…

The lights danced and flashed as another sting of music and the recorded gasp of sexual ecstasy played. The board exploded with confetti and pink smoke, revealing the Jury’s choices:

• "Sensational Sensation" – Whenever a person looks at Pixie with lust or as a slut, she will feel their fantasies as though they are occurring to her directly. This might lead to phantom feelings of touching all the way to fucking her, and can apply to pleasure and pain. This may cascade if she draws too much attention in public, in which case it will switch as she meets their gaze.
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• "PixiesList" - The name of every one of Pixie's sex partners appears tattooed on her body, along with a 1 to 5 star rating of her most recent sexual performance with them. The rating comes from their subconscious; they cannot lie to spare her feelings. Past lovers scores appear immediately, new lovers join them as soon as they climax.
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• "Fox Tail" -Pixie will grow a beautiful fox tail which she can control without issue. The tail will be soft, sensitive, and feel like a natural extension of her body. Stroking or petting it relieves stress for both parties involved. If anyone pulls on it, the pleasure Pixie feels is second only to that of an orgasm.
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• "Naughty Pixie" - Pixie will grow a large colourful pair of fairy/pixie wings out of her back. While Pixie will be unable to fly using them, the wings will be sensitive and shed pixie dust whenever they are fluttered. People, other than Pixie, who come in contact with her pixie dust will become aroused, have their inhibitions lowered, and develop a sexual attraction towards Pixie specifically (regardless of what their preferences would otherwise be). All these effects become stronger with prolonged exposure and/or inhalation of the dust.
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• "Motion Denied" - Any time someone moves a part of Pixie’s body, eg opens or closes her mouth, moves her legs or places her hands behind her head, she will hold it in place until released. Stuck body parts can be released again by anyone except Pixie by means of them moving it a bit to free it.

Pixie gulped as her eyes skimmed hysterically over each choice. Every one of them filled her with anxiety and she felt dizzy just thinking about what her life would look like after any one of them was applied. The room was spinning and she struggled to focus, knowing that at least one of them would be her new reality…

Oh god!

If her body’s natural inclination wasn’t to relax into her current kneeling pose, she was sure she would’ve collapsed, instead her back just arched even further, sitting even higher on her knees as she lost the strength to fight it.

I’ll be a freak… just like Laura thinks…

She cursed herself, trying to shake the thought from her head, but it was hopeless. Andy’s words had buried themselves deep inside her mind – freak. On the edges of her awareness she could hear Jack reading out the options to the audience while she dropped her chin to her chest again.

Just thinking about ‘Sensational Sensation’ made Pixie’s breathing catch. She’d feel every fantasy someone had about her? She’d know instantly and intimately any and all the sexual things anyone she spoke to would want to do to her. And it wouldn't just be that she'd know it, she'd feel it.

How often would she get molested invisibly from someone leering at her on the street?

How often would she have to stand talking to someone while she felt the ghost of them fucking her?

She’d have no innocence left… she dreaded imagining the horror she might feel discovering someone’s hidden desires for her… feeling them… and having to stand and pretend that everything was fine, talking to them, while she felt it all… Would she feel Andy’s dick in her mouth whenever he looked at her now?!

‘PixiesList’ was no better… and it made the kneeling girl scream inside that this would only compound her humiliation. She already had to kneel, she already had to offer her mouth to any man that wanted to use it… and now she’d get a permanent rating scrawled on her body for the world to see when he was finished with her. She’d be a blowjob machine, a receptacle, her mouth available for their pleasure, and their judgement - the ratings might as well be advertising for the next man to use her.

Please use my mouth! I come with endorsements!

Where would the tattoos go? The thought of them appearing anywhere on her body made Pixie want to scream. She didn't have any tattoos... she always feared doing something that permanent to herself, because, well, what if she lived to regret it later? Now she wouldn't have a choice.

‘Fox Tail’. Pixie trembled, snorting hysterically... I’ll be an animal. Less than human.

She’d have a tail. A real, live, fox tail. Attached to her. Permanently. She’d be a freak – any chance she’d ever have of having a normal conversation or a relationship would be ruined. A fox tail!

...It might be cute…

Pixie scolded herself weakly, the wording of the change made it clear it wouldn’t be easy to live with… people could tug it at any time to make her practically cum… just like a wind up doll… “Hey, watch what happens when we pull her tail!” – No!

Pixie shook herself from her fantasy with a terrified gasp, only for her stomach to turn over at the idea of ‘Naughty Pixie’. She moaned quietly, if having a fox's tail was bad, how could she hope to explain a pair of real pixie wings? She cursed whichever juror set this one up, of course they’d want to tease her, torment her for her name… She’d never thought about it when she picked it, it was just… a username… but they would make it her reality.

Wings… real wings… a real life fucking fairy… dropping lusting pixie dust wherever I go.

That part frightened Pixie the most… pixie dust that would make other people lust after her… there were no exceptions, no caveats… the more they were exposed the more they’d want her… She couldn’t hope to ever have ‘friends’ ever again… she’d end up drugging everyone she cared about into wanting to **** her...

‘Motion Denied’ – at least, didn’t change her body physically, just… the way it worked. The way her mind communicated with it. ‘PixiesList’ made her a blowjob machine, ‘Motion Denied’ would make her a puppet… She’d lose control of her own body; anyone, at any time, could just… position her… lock her in place. The idea filled Pixie with existential dread. If someone found out, placed her hands on her head… how long could she deny it before she’d have to beg for someone to release her?

Anyone would be able to put her into a kind of invisible bondage at any time, at their leisure. Spread her legs and keep them there… close her mouth and keep it closed… lock her hands behind her back like she’d been handcuffed… her own mind turned against her, holding her wherever they put her.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

Pixie tensed up – she was going to get one of these, at least. Her life wouldn’t be the same. Worse than knowing she was going to be changed, was the dread of not yet knowing exactly how. She had no idea what the audience would pick from those choices and her imagination was left running in a million different directions.

Jack took a step towards one of the cameras, pointing charismatically down the lens, “Ok folks, you know what time it is – our lines are now open! Get voting!”

Anyone can vote anonymously here: https://strawpoll.com/polls/e2nav4GpMgB

(Just because we hit 100 votes quite fast last time - a minor modification to Rule 6 - the poll will remain open for 1 week, or we hit 150 total votes before then)