Emilia is denied

As the countdown entered the last 30 seconds, the cameras moved in closer; Emilia was running out of time, and she looked close to finishing...

"3...2...1...time's up!" the host declared. "Come on, let's get her out of there."

A team of runners hurried over, grabbed Emilia by her bare shoulders and dragged her out of the tank, the octopus sliding off her body as she rose upwards.

"No!" she wailed in frustration, biting her lip and curling her toes.

"Unlucky, Emilia!" the host laughed, "Looks like you were almost there!"

Emilia was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling, her eyes dilated, and her pulse racing.

"W-what the hell-" she panted, looking up at the host, furious, but also relieved; that'd been dangerously close. Her fingers were itching to finish the job off, but she fought against her body's urges; ejaculating on live TV wasn't on her bucket list.

"Rules are rules!" the host teased. "Come join me on the sofa, and you can tell us all about it."

Emilia wanted to throw her arms around her naked torso but didn't want to risk accidentally tipping herself over the edge. Instead, she flexed her fingers by her sides and padded over to the sofa. The coolness of the room was helping to bring her back down quicker; as was the mortification of having been denied an orgasm on live TV.

"So, Emilia," the host began, leaning back in his chair and smirking at the shivering, wet girl who was sitting on her hands to refrain from touching herself. "Describe to us what it's like to be masturbated by an octopus."

xxx

When the next advert break rolled around, Emilia wished she could take back ever taking a job in acting. She had been **** to describe in great detail the feelings she had experienced while commentating on footage of the most humiliating moment of her life.

The rest of the show progressed as any regular chat show would, with no mention of Emilia's nudity. The British girl remained birthday-suited for the rest of the show, shivering violently and curling into a tight ball once she had gambled that her body was back down to normal again.

"That's all we've got time for tonight!" the host eventually signed off with. "Please give a big thank you to tonight's guest. We didn't see her cum, but we saw pretty much everything else; Emilia Clarke!"

Emilia had never wanted to slap someone harder, but was too exhausted and humiliated to uncurl from the sofa. All she managed was a weak smile to the cameras as the credits rolled.

Finally, it was over...