Musical Chairs

[Naughtynat]

‘Welcome to the first episode of Musical Chairs,’ said the studio voice. ‘Six lucky contestants will compete for fantastic prizes in our own special version of the party game. The rules are simple; the number of chairs is equal to the number of contestants per round. However, one chair will be the ‘forfeit’ chair. Whoever sits on this chair when the music stops will be eliminated in the messiest of ways. Now, let’s meet the contestants.’
The first person to come out is a tall, blonde-haired woman. She’s wearing a tight, black strappy top with matching little skirt. She’s fairly attractive but her figure is by far her greatest asset.
‘First up is Chantelle. She’s a twenty-three year old secretary from Essex.’
The second one out is another woman wearing an identical outfit. She’s a little shorter with long black hair, a great ass and deeply tanned skin.
‘Contestant two is Poppy, an eighteen year old student from Barnsley.
The third person out is another blonde. She’s around the same height as Poppy but not quite as good looking.
‘Contestant three is Kim. She’s a floor manager from Manchester.’
Next out is a tall woman with long brown hair. She has a great figure and a really pretty face as well as a cute little peachy ass.
‘Contestant four is a twenty year old student from Sheffield called Tash.’
The fifth contestant is a tall brunette with a big chest. She’s not quite as slim as some of the other contestants but her other features more than make up for it.
‘Our fifth contestant is Shauna. She’s a pharmacist from Derby.’
The final contestant is an attractive, thin, strawberry-blonde. What she lacks in the breast department she has everywhere else.
‘And our final contestant is Hannah, a nineteen year old student nurse from Leeds. Now, let’s get on with the game. Ladies, take your places, please.’
All six girls walk across the brightly lit stage to a group of six chairs. Above the chairs is an automated contraption involving some motors and six big tanks. Obviously, whatever the messy forfeit is it will involve these tanks but the contestants are unaware of this. They take their places beside each chair and wait for the game to begin.
‘The rules are simple,’ says the voice, kicking in again. ‘You will walk round as the music played until it stops. You will then sit on the chair you are closest to. One of the containers above you will then open and whatever is inside it will fall on you. You are then eliminated. Start the music!’
The music starts up and all the girls start to walk around the circle of chairs. The music stops and the tanks start to whir around above the girls’ heads. As they take a seat, a siren begins to blare and a flashing light spins above the head of Kim. She makes the typical mistake of looking up to see her fate and receives a face-full of thick custard. The yellow goo runs down her chin and inside her top, coating her boobs. As the last few drips splatter on her custard covered head, she stands up and leaves quickly with a dejected look on her face.
‘Bad luck, Kim but it’s on with the game,’ says the voice. ‘Start the music please.’
A chair disappears under the stage thanks to the magic of TV. The music begins again and the girls start to walk clockwise around the chairs. They quickly seat themselves as the music stops. This time the flashing light is above Hannah’s chair and the siren squeals beneath it. She doesn’t look too happy but at least she remembers not to look up. The box opens and a nozzle comes out. It squirts strawberry angel delight directly onto the bare skin between her neck and her top. Hannah looks practically revolted as the lurid pink stuff coats her pert little breasts. Happily for her though, the torture soon ends and she is allowed to leave the stage.
‘Hard lines, Hannah. Better luck next time. No time for dawdling though! On with the next round.’
Another chair is removed and the girls repeat the familiar cycle. This time it is Chantelle’s turn to be humiliated and eliminated. The annoying siren picks up and the flashing light seals her fate. The box flips open and drops a mass of gooey rice pudding right on top of the blonde’s head. She writhes away from it but does not move from the seat. The pudding covers her head and oozes inside her top as if they’d been designed with this in mind. Eventually, the rice runs out and she is allowed to leave, looking somewhat unkempt and embarrassed.
‘Don’t worry Chantelle,’ the voice says, reassuringly. ‘If you went out next round it would’ve been worse. ‘With only three contestants left, the loser now has to remove a piece of clothing. Start her up!’
The music starts one more with the three girls looking slightly more nervous. None of them really wanted to show their breasts on TV but two of them would have no choice. Unfortunately for Shauna, it was her. She lifts up her top, exposing her fantastic boobs while the siren screeches beneath her chair. The box above her opens up and squirts an entire can of whipped cream over her impressive bust. It’s almost a shame to cover them up but they look even better now than they did before. With a look of relief, she leaves the stage, cream falling on the floor in her wake.
‘Very nice but now it’s time for the final showdown. The stakes are high and the forfeits just got worse. It’s two items now, ladies. Let’s go!’
The last chair is removed as Poppy and Tash make their way round for the final time. The music stops abruptly and both girls take a seat and hope for the best. A red flashing light appears above Tash’s head and she let’s out a sigh of disappointment. She stands up briefly to remove her skirt, revealing her beautiful ass, and lifts her top over her head. The form of this gorgeous brunette wearing just her white panties is truly a site to behold. She re-takes her seat and awaits her punishment with a look of nonchalance.
That look is quickly knocked off her face as a whole trifle falls from the container above her. Her mouth makes a rather impressive ‘o’ shape without actually omitting a single sound, it’s priceless. The mixture of custard, and other things, completely envelops Tash’s head. Her facial features are almost entirely obscured and little remains visible of her impressive bust. It’s a fantastic site to see the slime ooze down her chest, over her stomach and pool between her legs.
‘Doesn’t she look tasty? Unlucky, Tash but it’s congratulations for tonight’s winner: Poppy! It’s time to explain the rules of the finale. You will answer six questions worth one-thousand pounds each. For each question you get wrong, however, you will have to undergo a forfeit, administered by Tash; understand?’
‘Yes,’ replies Poppy.
‘Ok, let’s get on with it. Question one: which team did 4kings defeat in the final of the recent ACON UK Qualifier?’
‘Erm… I fancy a guy who played there but I really have no idea, sorry.’
‘I’m afraid it’s actually Landed. Bad luck. Now take this pie and place it somewhere on your body.’
A column rises up from the ground in the opposite way that the chairs disappeared earlier. On it is placed a single cream pie which Tash picks up. After a moment’s deliberation she drops the pie down the back of Poppy’s top, smearing cream over the visible skin.
‘Question two: what is the name of Nightwish’s more recent album?’
‘Oh my sister has this, something about elves… elven path.’
‘We will award you five-hundred pounds for that but the complete answer is Tales From The Elven Path. You still incur a forfeit.’
The pedestal reappears, this time with a box of six eggs. Tash takes one in each hand and cracks them on Poppy’s collar bone, allowing the yellow liquid to run down her skin and coat her boobs. She does this with the remaining four eggs, completely covering Poppy’s fine breasts with yellow slime and creating a little pool between them.
‘Question three: in the game, Final Fantasy Seven, what do Sephiroth and Aeris have in common?’
‘They’re both men?’
‘Incorrect. We would have accepted “they are both Ancients” or “they are both Cetra”.’
This time, the column pops up with a carton of ready made custard. A barely covered Tash simply up-ends the carton over her opponent’s head. The custard oozes slowly over Poppy’s head – who let out a little squeal – and down over her chest. Some of it pools in her cleavage with the egg but most of it just rolls down her body in that meticulous way custard does, covering every inch on its way to the floor and leaving Poppy a custard-soaked mess.
‘Question four: What is the name of Nine Inch Nail’s front-man?’
‘Not a clue… Billy?’
‘The answer was, in fact, Trent Reznor. Tash…’
Tash picks up a tin of rice pudding and steps over to Poppy once more. Taking them between her thumb and finger, she pulls the hem of Poppy’s skirt and thong. She empties the entire tin inside the skimpy black material. Unfortunately, most of it drops straight to the floor, but some remains inside the thong and Tash gives her perfect ass a little slap which forces the pudding to spurt out across Poppy’s semi-bare skin.
‘Question five: which album contains the Deftones song, Knife Pity?’
‘White pony!’
‘That is correct, you know have fifteen-hundred pounds. For the final question, and a chance to double that or take a double forfeit: which famous Warcraft player from Korea plays Nightelf for Mousesports?’
‘Um, is it Zechs or someone, I don’t follow games?’
‘The actual answer was Moon. Please remove an item of clothing and await your forfeit.’
Tash is now free of cream and looking great in her plain white panties but Poppy looks a little more worried. She has just won a fair bit of cash but now she’s going to be humiliated on national TV. Oh well, fuck it, give ‘em a show hey? With that thought in mind, she removes her black top, exposing a fine pair of custard and egg covered breasts. Tash moves over to her with a can of squirty cream in hand. She squirts half inside Poppy’s thong, making sure to get it in both sides, before giving her peachy ass another little spank, sending cream splaying out across her cheeks. She empties the other half over her firm-looking breasts and uses the palm of her hand to smear the cream all over Poppy’s half naked body.
‘That’s all for tonight folks,’ says the voice, as a stage hand gives Poppy a bundle of notes. ‘But be sure to tune in next week for another great episode of Musical Chairs! Good night.’