The Wheel Of Fortune

The wheel's black and red sectors blurred into each other as it spun round and round. Ben Hoolihan had given it a very firm push. The buzz of its rotation slowed to a clatter, then a sequence of clicks, then silence as it came to a stop.

"Not again," protested Bonnie. "That's the third time!"

"Too bad," smiled Theia, as the large mirror behind the girls flickered to life, showing a succession of feathers teasing the nude bodies of tied-up women. Instantly Susie and Bonnie began to squeal and dance around, giggling uncontrollably and trying to brush away the invisible feathers that danced over their thighs and the slopes of their breasts.

"Suck it up, girls," shouted Anne-Marie, queen of the cheerleaders, snapping a photo on her phone. Pretty much the entire population of Pinkwhistle High School had turned up to bear witness to Susie and Bonnie's public humiliation. They stood naked on a brightly-lit stage in a secret chamber of the Mirror Maze building, unable to run away or cover up, with all their friends and enemies on hand to tease and mock and remind them of how deliciously nude they were.

Five long minutes of tickling later, Hank decided to give the wheel another spin. This time, the mirrors behind the girls showed hot candle wax being dripped over nude women's beautiful breasts.

"Ow! Ow ow ow!"