Keeping your hands busy

The screen turned to a bar graph, as the votes for each choice came in, several already new and neck. Victoria payed it no mind however.

"Look at me when I'm fucking talking to you, you fuck" she yelled in an attempt to regain the power in the situation. However, she was ignored.

The timer on the votes chimed (which sounded like an orgasm inspired moan) as Jack beamed. "It looks like we have a winner. With 27% of the vote, 'Keeping Your Hands Busy' takes the top spot. I hope you're ready for your first punishment Victoria"

"Don't you dare! If you fucking touch me I will gut you like a pig!"

"But I'm not the one who will be doing the touching" Jack laughed.

"What are you..." she began, but let out a gasp as her hands slayed themselves against her chest. Her fingers wrapped against her breasts and gave a hard squeeze, before fondling them up and down rhythmically.

"How... how are you doing this...?" she asked, betraying her fear. Meanwhile, her fingers traced her nipples through her bra as she continued to grope herself.

"Still in denial of the sway we have over you, huh?" Jack asked, with the tone of someone annoyed with a person who can't understand simple information. "Or perhaps you're so used to being in control, you can't fathom situations where you aren't."

"I... I am in control!" She shouted in defiance, which would have sounded more intimidating if she weren't kneading her assets. "No one controls me!" she repeated, as she focused all her willpower to stop her gropefest.

"Concentrate... concentrate..." she muttered to herself as she brought all of her mental energy to control her hands. For a few moments, nothing happened. Then her fondeling slowed down and finally stopped. She let out a sigh of of relief as her hands left her chest...

...and went straight to her ass instead. She let out a yelp as both palms spanked her buttcheeks, and then got a good squeeze. They then spread her ass (though this was concealed by her dress) before pressing them together. Then apart once more, before another spank.

The audience let laughed as she struggled in vain to stop her self, while her cheeks went red in humiliation.

"No! No! Stop it!" she cried. As if in response, one of her hands left her butt and rubbed her crotch through her dress. The crowd laughed even harder as she pleasured herself with one hand and squeezed her rear with another.

"This! This isn't funny! You...! I..." she stammered, not sure what to say.

"But it is very funny... even you have to admit it" Jack chuckled. "By the way, we need your next box choice."

"Next choice? Are you insane! I will not!" she cried, as her ass hand went back to her boobs, while the other rubbed harder.

"Are we really doing this again" Jack sighed. "We'll make you do it if you don't. And in any case, playing this game is the only way to get out... maybe even reversing it. Isn'tthat what you want?"

Victoria knew that this was a trap, but she had ****. She decided to do what he said for now... and bide her time before she could destroy him.

"Fine! Case 1 you... EEP" she squealed as one of her hands snaked itself down the top of her dress, sticking her fingers into her bra and teasing her nipple in time with her pussy rub.

Meanwhile, Chrissi jiggled over to the wheel and gave it a spin to see the type of challenge she'd get next.