Oral Service

Pixie watched the votes roll in horror, barely having time to process what was happening before the numbers exploded across the screen.

Suddenly the room exploded with the recorded, girlish sound of a woman moaning in orgasmic bliss – probably some former contestant that had had their humiliating gasp preserved as a buzzer on the show forever.

“You know what that sound means! Voting is closed!” Jack announced with a wide grin.

Pixie stared at the result and felt a twisted knot in the pit of her stomach.

No no no no no!

“The winner is Oral Service!” The board flashed through various shades of garish pink before the words of the compulsion appeared on the screen again, “Let’s apply that now!”

“Wwwait!” Pixie squirmed, trying to move from her spot on the floor, she needed to stand up and she needed to stand up NOW. “P-p-please don’t do this… please…”

Before she could find the strength to get off of her knees another wave of vertigo hit her, causing her to flop back down with a breathless ‘peep’. Her head clouded for a moment and she blinked, shaking her head, the wave of vertigo passed a moment later. With her mind clearing Pixie shuddered, terrified.

“Please…” She wanted to say ‘let me go’ – Pixie put all of her strength and concentration into saying the words, but it was like her lips were being manipulated, her tongue controlled, she couldn’t stop herself speaking but it was coming out wrong, but she needed to… she had to…

“Please, may I be of service?”

She blushed, eyes wide, her head lifting to stare wide eyed at Jack, mortified. She was on her knees, and he was a man – she didn’t have a choice in the matter. She needed to offer her mouth for his use. She had to.

No!

The audience cheered at her admission, the moment the words escaped her lips, a wave of excitement washed through them – the air in the studio changed. Jack played up to them, making a mockery of her offer, placing a hand on his chest in fake surprise,

“Why Pixie! But… I’m kinda working here…”

He spoke from the corner of his mouth towards the audience.

Bastard. Bastard. Bastard.

“I… please… please may I service you with my mouth?” Pixie heard herself repeating, cringing. She wanted to get up, but she couldn’t, she either needed Jack to use her mouth, decline or dismiss her – it was like her whole body was in a holding pattern until she got one of those three outcomes. Worse, she was salivating and she couldn’t stop.

She dared not think about what she looked like; a slut, kneeling in absolute submission, eyes wide and pleading to suck dick… like she was made for this…

“Maybe after the show?” Jack snipped with playful admonishment. Pixie gasped, letting her face drop in shame as she felt some level of control return to her body. “But you have places to be, and we have corporate sponsors to please!”

The host turned back towards the board, as Pixie felt her stomach sink… they’re going to send me home like this…!

“And before we send Pixie home, each round, whichever juror’s suggestion wins in the poll, gets to decide if their change will be retroactive or not. If they choose ‘not’, Pixie will have to find ways to explain herself… If they choose ‘retroactive’, well… let’s just say that Pixie won’t be in Kansas anymore…”

Pixie had written plenty of reality bending stories... she almost revelled in them. In putting her characters through a humiliating experience with the rules of reality itself rewritten to maximise their embarrassment and sexual ****. It was, or had been, a hot fantasy... but that was all it ever was, a fantasy... hot as long as it was happening to someone else... someone she made up... but now, the very real possibility that it was going to actually happen to her, to her life... it felt so wrong... so violating... She realised she had no idea what her existence would even look like at the end of this.

“Wait – I don’t-”

They’re going to rewrite my life!

Jack grinned as the board flashed up one of the shadowy silhouettes, after a moment, there was another graphic explosion of confetti and pink smoke, and the word ‘NOT’ appeared on the screen.

The audience applauded as Pixie cowered. Part of her wanted the protection of normalcy… as humiliating as it might be to be expected to offer her mouth to any man she knelt in front of, at least it wouldn’t have the potential to ruin her friendships… ruin her life… but of course she wouldn’t even get that…

“Sounds like Pixie’s mouth is going to have a lot of work to do… explaining herself that is!”

Wolf-whistles and laugher accompanied more frantic clapping from the crowd. Pixie felt her already pink cheeks grow hotter and hotter with shame.

“Alright, we, and she, will be right back after this!”

“Wait!”

Pixie didn’t get a chance to protest before the lights flashed and she suddenly wasn’t there anymore…