Fifth round

It has been years since Britney had felt a true arousal last time, the feeling was distracting to say the least. Her hands continued to act out on their own, reaching either to the crotch or to the breasts. When the contestant tried to stop them she could not focus on the questions properly. In other circumstances the round might have been flawless, but that is the beauty of Who Wanna Be a Bimbo. The audience of course was enjoying Britney’s struggle with her own body, they cheered whenever she touched herself.

One foot is how many centimetres? 30.48. Correct. One rod (or perch or pole), a unit used mostly by surveyors, is exactly how many centimetres? I don’t know, maybe it’s 10.0584. WRONG. One Imperial Stone is how many pounds? I knew that one, but it slipped out of my head. Was it twelve? WRONG. One metre is how many feet? Three feet and three inches. Correct. How many litres is one oil barrel? 159. Correct.

“Two mistakes again, Britney,” Frank announced, “draw two transformation cards.”

“Fetish: Exhibitionism and Fetish: Bondage.”

“The audience will be happy no matter which one you choose to keep.”

“Can’t I keep them both? You seem to be misjudging me again,” the contestant replied with a wink.

“I am indeed. My sincere apologies,” Frank said with a wide grin, “I will no longer try to predict your actions nor question your motives. We’ll be even happier, if you choose to keep both of these transformations.”

“Since I’m once again young, and also more... lustful, I might spice up my sex life a bit. During my first youth it was quite plain.”

“Keep in mind that exhibitionism will apply not only to your sex life.”

“That’s the risk I’m willing to take,” Britney made an exaggerated wink.

“I really like your approach. Please, enter The Chamber.”

The process of transformation was swift and imperceptible. When the contestant got out of the device she was not even certain that anything had actually occurred.

“Welcome back, Britney,” said Frank, “don’t you feel slightly overdressed?”

The contestant gave the host a quizzical look, but his question sparked a small fire inside of her.

“The audience have been enjoying our show,” Frank continued, “your body was one of the main reasons. Would you be so kind and entertain them some more?”

Britney blushed once again, it was a mixture of lust and embarrassment. She DID want to entertain them, but at the same time stripping on the scene would be a huge step. She had never done anything even remotely similar in her life. Plus in the back of her mind the contestant was aware that all of her students were surely watching the show. Absent-mindedly Britney began to strip, her hands were moving on their own. She had never performed an actual striptease in her life, but now she subconsciously wanted to make it as sexy as she could; there was not much to take off, so the entire process was quick. Britney realised that she was completely naked (apart from the heels), when she saw her fit youthful body on the screen

“Have I really been so sexy in the past?” the contestant wondered, “there were no physical transformations so far, so I must have.”

“Thank you, Britney,” Frank interrupted her daydreaming.

The audience cheered loudly; when they quieted down the host continued:

“You’re a natural. What would you say to another model-walk performance for us? This time in your birth suit.”

“I… oh, sure!”

Britney was still embarrassed by her own nudity, but she DID want to show off in front of the audience. She felt as if her fit young body was intended to be exhibited for others to admire. Her wet almost dripping pussy was the best proof of that assumption. The contestant, dressed only in high heels, left her other clothes on the floor and walked to the other end of the stage and back. Britney tried to imitate the model walk again, but was too aroused to do it properly; yet whatever she lacked in grace, she made up with hotness. The audience rewarded her with a loud cheer.

“Thank you, Britney,” said Frank, “you’re getting sexier with each passing round and mostly because of your mental transformations, not physical ones.”

“Thank you, Frank,” the contestant replied.

She was trying hard to focus on the conversation and not the arousal.

“But I think that the age reduction played a major role.”

“It did,” the host agreed, “but was not as impactful as your approach. We’re not done with the presentation yet. I’m sure you’d love to get a taste of your other fetish as well.”

“My other… Oh!”

Thoughts of ropes came into Britney’s mind even before an assistant brought them onto the stage. There was more than one person and they carried more than just ropes. One man approached the contestant and told her that he would tie her up; she eagerly obeyed his instructions. She was to put her arms behind her back and fold them as if to a prayer, hence the term “reverse prayer”; Britney was nimble enough to maintain such a position with ease. The man immobilised her arms and also tied the ropes around her chest, above and beneath her breasts. The ropework was relatively simple, but it was the fact of being partially immobilised that turned the contestant on. Britney was facing the audience, which increased the feeling of exposure; at the same time she was oblivious of the construction being set up behind her.

Eventually the assistant gestured to her to turn around. Britney saw two poles firmly fixed into the floor, they stood about five metres from each other. Between them a rope was stretched at about the height of her crotch; on the rope there were knots every thirty centimetres. As the contestant admired the construction the assistant attached a nipple clamp to one of her breasts.

“Ouch!” Britney cried out more in shock than pain, “you could’ve warned me.”

“Sorry. There’ll be one more and then small weights on them.”

“Oh dear.”

The contestant was smiling, she still felt a bit overwhelmed, but the performance she was about to do looked like so much fun, even though she was not exactly sure what was expected of her. She had never done anything even remotely similar and was glad that she had made the crazy decision to participate in the quiz. Britney groaned softly when the other clamp, and later the weights, were applied to her nipples; it was not so bad when you expected it.

“I can see the anticipation in your eyes, Britney,” said Frank.

“Oh, yes! I’m really excited, even though I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be doing.”

“You’ll be walking the rope, although not in the way the acrobats do it. Step over the rope, so that it’s between your legs,” the host instructed.

The contestant had to raise one of her legs high enough, so that it was parallel to the floor. It would have been a simple task in normal circumstances, but now she had her hands tied behind her back and was wearing fifteen centimetre tall stiletto heels; not to mention the nipple clamps and the overall arousal. Moving carefully Britney managed to succeed nevertheless and was rewarded with a short round of applause from the audience.

The assistants then continued their task. They applied lubricant to the entire length of the rope. One of the men guided it between Britney’s vagina lips, while the other one began to rise and tighten the rope. Lubing the contestant’s pussy was unnecessary, it was soaking wet already.

“Mhmm,” Britney moaned when the rope was put between her tender parts.

“Mhmm!” her groans got louder as the rope grew tighter.

“Your goal,” Frank explained, “is to simply reach the other pole. There’s no time limit, so proceed at your own pace. Just one more gadget before you begin.”

The assistant approached Britney again.

“Open wide,” he said, gesturing at her mouth.

When the contestant complied he inserted an O-ring gag inside, then secured it with a strap behind her head. The sex-toy was moderately sized, so as not to be too bothersome for a bondage beginner. Once he finished the host said:

“You can go when you’re ready.”

Britney did not remember if she had ever been so horny in her life. But these were all just preparations and the main feat was still ahead of her. She made the first step, short and careful, then another one. The rope was digging deep into her pussy, but its surface was not rough and the lubricant caused the movement to be smooth. The contestant moaned loudly when she reached the first knot. It was thick and dug even deeper into her tender parts; there were many more ahead of her. Britney completely forgot about the audience and focused solely on the walk… and her horniness. Each step was a minor challenge and every knot a wonderful ****. Britney’s moans were getting louder and her skin began to glisten with sweat, not because she was tired. With each louder groan the audience cheered enthusiastically, but the contestant was only vaguely aware of their presence. Britney’s predicament was undeniably uncomfortable and the walk itself was tough, not all could perform it; but it was also incredibly arousing. Every centimetre of rope she traversed and especially every knot she overcame turned her hornier. She sensed that if the predicament lasted long enough she might even reach an orgasm; the craziest one she could ever imagine.

The contestant had no idea how long it took her to reach the end of the rope; she had completely lost the sense of time. Sweat was glistening on her skin and the juices from her pussy were soaking into the rope. Now that she stopped walking she could hear the cheering of the audience and later Frank’s words:

“Bravo, Britney! This was an incredible feat, not many of our contestants could achieve it. But I have a feeling that you’re not fully satisfied with the performance yet, are you?”

“Mhmm.”

A moan was Britney’s only response. Not only was her mouth **** open by a gag, at that instant she was also too horny to formulate a clear thought.

“What would you say,” the host continued, “about a return trip? Do you feel you can do it?”

As he spoke he approached the contestant and took out the gag.

“Mhmm,” Britney moaned again.

She wanted to do it, but not because she was so eager to continue the performance, but because she craved the climax it could potentially offer. She had been close by the time she reached the end of the rope, so another length should be enough to give her the badly needed orgasm.

“Y-yes,” she finally managed to say, “I’ll do it.”

“That’s the spirit!” Frank replied with a grin, “you can either turn around or walk backwards, it’s your choice.”

Turning around could be difficult in the contestant’s current state and with the length of the steps she has been taking, walking backwards should not be much harder than going forward. She carefully made a first step and another moan escaped her lips. The return trip was tougher not necessarily because of the direction in which she was walking. Fatigue played a minor role, it was arousal that had the greatest impact; her body was becoming harder to control. The knots seemed to have grown thicker and the surface of the rope felt rougher; but the discomfort did not matter. Britney simply needed to CUM. Centimetre after centimetre, knot after knot, she was getting closer not to the other end of the rope, but to her orgasm. Somewhere in the middle between the posts it hit her.

“AAHHH!!” Britney cried out in ecstasy.

Swiftly Frank reached her to grab her shoulders for support. The contestant’s entire body trembled with the orgasm, as she continued to cry out and moan. The audience remained silent, so that they could enjoy the ecstatic noises. Only when the contestant quieted down they erupted with a loud cheer. Britney’s body was still trembling when the assistants were lowering the rope. The host remained by her side until he was certain that she could stand on her own.

“Thank you,” Britney said quietly when she regained her senses and breath.

“It is we who should thank you for the marvelous performance. Although it seemed that you enjoyed it more than we did.”

“I sure did.”

The contestant was still stabilising her breath, so she did not say anything more. An assistant removed a clamp from her nipple. She hissed when the blood began to again flow freely. She was ready for the second nipple, so she remained silent. Frank and Britney returned to their posts, as the assistants disassembled the construction on the stage.

“Would you like to remain in your outfit for the rest of the show?” the host asked.

“I… yes, that sounds like a decent idea,” the contestant replied with a smile.

“I knew you’d like it. We’ll just change the position, so it’s not as straining for your arms.”

“Thank you.”

A man swiftly undid the ropes and simply tied Britney’s arms behind her back; he kept the ropes that went around her chest.