Pick a Box Pixie

“Welcome back!” Jack decreed as the applause tapered off.

Pixie slumped back into her kneeling position on her cushion, panting hard, the haze of her humiliating **** orgasm still ringing inside her head. She’d been **** marched out of the bar by angry staff… she presumed, because they thought she was a whore… I had been offering my mouth to everyone on the dance floor…

She cringed, praying that her friends hadn’t seen… how could she possibly hope to explain what she’d been doing?

The only small mercy Pixie felt from all the torment was that the break had ended quickly… she hadn’t had to live through any excruciatingly uncomfortable conversations with her friends about why she was acting like this… what excuses could she possibly conjure?

“So, Pixie, two boxes down and well on your way to becoming a bimbo… anything you want to say before we get to opening your third box?”

Pixie cringed, shuffling on her knees uncomfortably as she felt tiny specks of sand on the cushion beneath her.

She still smelt of the spilled rum, her sundress splattered with it. Her nipples still hard through the fabric, their tell-tale shadows made even more pronounced by the studio lights. Her wedge-heeled sandals sat uncomfortable beneath her ass.

Trembling, Pixie glanced up at Jack, her lips parting for a moment – fear and frustration swirling as she realised what he was going to make her do… again…

The moment her eyes met his she whimpered. His cock slipped between her lips and Pixie moaned, pathetically, helpless.

“P-please… may I service you with my mouth?”

The audience whistled again even as Pixie burned brighter in shame. This would wear out right? Eventually… surely… please… she couldn’t face the idea that every single time she came back here they’d have to repeat this same humiliating ritual.

“How about you just keep dreaming about it hmm?” Jack smiled knowingly, causing Pixie to screw up her nose. He knew exactly what she was feeling… it didn’t matter that she wasn’t actually blowing him in the middle of the studio… to her, it still felt like she was.

Pixie looked away, ashamed. Gasping gratefully that Jack’s cock disappeared from her lips a moment later.

Eye-Contact.

Pixie took a shuddering breath, suddenly painfully aware of the oppressive **** of the audience beside her.

She would feel what anyone looking at her sexually would want to do to her… but in a crowd, those sensations would become so overwhelming that eye-contact would take over… right? So, her best defence… her only defence… was to be in a crowd of people that thought she was a slut, let the wave overwhelm her… and then not make eye-contact with anyone… That would work right?

It’s working now…

Pixie sniffed back another sob. It meant she’d have to either isolate herself from everyone, or surround herself with so many lust filled perverts that she could block it all out, if she ever wanted to feel normal ever again.

“Alright Pixie, are you ready to pick your third box?”

She shivered in place. She wasn’t ready, but what choice did she have?

“Seventeen?” Pixie’s voice was hoarse, quiet, and deferential.

“Fantastic! Chrissi, hun, why don’t you show the lovely ladies and gentlemen at home what’s in box seventeen!” Jack waved his arm, and the bimbo obediently strutted down the row to open the box.

Pixie held her breath, bracing herself for the next horrible category… the next humiliating change. She heard the box open, and then… the studio exploded with the sound of a cash register, and a little fanfare… there was a groan from the audience.

“Well congratulations Pixie, you’ve found your first cash prize!”

She took a breath. And then another. What did that mean? She… the first cash box, so… 1 down… 4 to go… and she could get out of here! Pixie felt a tiny bead of hope light up in her chest as she dared glance at Chrissi holding the box open. The blonde was smiling vacantly and swaying to-and-fro on her heels, the single dollar symbol rocked with the lid in her hands.

“That’s $10,000 dollars we’ll deposit straight into Pixie’s prize pool!” Jack sneered, his fake excitement clear, “Alright Pixie, time to pick another box!”

Wait

“B-b-but… I got, a cash box?” Pixie stammered. That was it? There was no break, no moment to savour it or celebrate it? No delay. The money had been added to her total and the game… just… continued… immediately…?

Jack chuckled, “You did! Clever girl! You’re one step closer to becoming a billionaire! Excited?”

“But I don’t…”

“No”

“There’s no…”

“Nope”

Pixie fixed her face into a flat stare, and bit her tongue. She dared not say anything further. Jack let the moment linger uncomfortably, and for a moment Pixie feared she’d find the studio descending into that same unfathomable darkness. She choked back her breathing when instead Jack coughed and moved on.

“Time for that fourth box… what’s it going to be?”

“I don’t…” She glanced up, whimpering as she accidentally made eye-contact with Chrissi. A tongue lapped at her pussy suddenly and Pixie yelped, trembling, struggling to think from her post orgasmic sensitivity. Distracted by the frantic licking tongue Pixie cried out, “One!”

She dropped her gaze, the spell broken. Chrissi’s tongue withdrew as Pixie panted, trying to compose herself again.

“Chrissi, show us Box number one please baby!”

“Like, totally Jacky! Here it comes!” Chrissi strutted down the line and opened the box. This time Pixie couldn't bring herself to look, and just waited for it to be announced. There was a murmur from the crowd... is that good?

“Well Pixie, congratulations - that's two reward boxes on the spin!” Jack announced to another round of excited applause, “Pixie's opened her first non-cash reward case... 'Harmony'!”

Pixie glanced up, the seed of hope growing again. She spied the symbol on the box… a dove with an olive branch…

What did that mean?

Harmony: This makes it easier for contestants to live with the changes they've accrued, in ways that could change the world itself.

Pixie bit her lip, she wasn’t sure how positive that actually sounded but… she’d take anything that wasn’t a punishment right now…

“But…”

But? Oh… oh no…

“Remember, Pixie’s reward boxes tonight do come with slight… hitch… so, let’s flip that coin and find out if Pixie’s reward is going to backfire…”

The kneeling girl whimpered, praying. She couldn’t handle the opposite… what would that even be anyway? Something that made her life… worse?!

The lights in the studio dimmed, flashing from their bimbo pink and white to dark purples and vivid crimson. Dramatic music played as a spotlight descended on Jack and Pixie. She mewled, helpless – of course they would build up the melodrama for this part… She hated that it was working. Her already frayed nerves were threatening to snap…

There was a flash from the board above and Pixie looked up fearfully as the graphic of a giant obsidian coin spun on the screen. Its two faces revealed as it turned, one side featuring a tight spiral, the other, a sun…

She could only watch as the coin spun faster and faster until it was a blur, holding her breath… waiting… waiting…

The coin stopped, sun-side up. The same humiliating gasps of female ecstasy echoed around the studio, the lights lifted and returned to their original colour. The audience cheered.

“Looks like today really is your lucky day Pixie! Her reward box has not backfired!”

Despite herself Pixie sighed in relief, relaxing back, blushing as that meant she just thrust her breasts even more obscenely forwards.

“Alright, we have our category! We’re looking for changes that will bring Pixie harmony with her changes, improve her life, or help with current or future adjustments… Jurors… show me some harmony!”