Musical Chairs 2
Posted: 12 Apr 2010, 16:48In case you missed the first one, http://www.splosh.co.uk/forum/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=4501
‘Welcome to the another episode of Musical Chairs,’ announces the studio voice. ‘Six lucky contestants will compete for cash prizes in our own special version of the infamous 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 no uncertain terms. Now bring out the contestants!’
The first girl out on stage wears the uniform tight, strappy black top with a skirt of the same material. Her long black hair is tied at the back and has a single red streak running through it.
‘This week’s first contestant is Lianne, a twenty year-old shop worker from Sheffield.’
Next up is another black-haired girl but this time shorter and a little more curly. Most noticeable of all are her voluptuous breasts which draw the attention of the mostly male audience in an instant.
‘Second contestant for this week is Jo, a twenty-four year-old student from Newcastle’
The third woman to appear has even shorter black hair, coming down to around her chin. She’s shorter than the other two and has a cute little butt almost left visible by the tiny black skirt.
‘Our third contestant is Emma. She’s nineteen and works in a clothes shop in London.’
Contestant four comes out in the same get-up as the rest. Her hair is long and brown, nearly reaching to her ass. She wears black-framed glasses that do nothing to hide her good looks. Similarly, the strappy top struggles to conceal her striking cleavage.
‘This week’s fourth contestant is Zoe. A student nurse from Brighton.’
Number five is a petite little strawberry blonde. Her hair is tied at the back in a severe pony tail. Despite this, her demeanour is nervous in a cute way and she looks adorable.
‘Contestant number five is a twenty year-old secretary from Bolton.’
The final contestant is instantly recognisable to viewers of last week’s episode; the first ever Musical Chairs winner, Poppy. She enters wearing the same outfit as everyone else with plenty golden brown skin on show and shoulder length black hair.
‘Last but by no means least is last week’s winner, Poppy. Poppy is an eighteen year-old student from Barnsley.’
Once all the girls are on stage they are led by a stagehand to well-lit stage. On the stage are six chairs above which is the same motorised box equipment from the last show. The boxes are solid so each contestant eliminated will have no idea what is coming for them until it happens.
‘The rules are simple,’ the studio voice announces as if from a script. ‘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 girls begin their first cycle around the chairs, as do the six boxes. After a minute the boxes come to a halt and the girls take their seats. A red light begins flashing above Lianne’s head and she knows instantly what is coming her way. She closes her eyes and awaits her fate. Sure enough, the box opens up and a huge splodge of sticky porridge falls directly, and almost entirely, into her cleavage with a splat. Trying not to shudder she gets up and leaves, porridge dripping from the bottom of her clothing and making a squelching sound as she walks.
‘Never mind, Lianne,’ says the voice. ‘Better luck next time, hey? Begin the next round, please!’
The remaining contestants begin to manoeuvre round the central chairs until the music is cut abruptly. Hurrying to their seats the other girls are relieved to see the light above Emma’s chair this time. With a resigned sigh she tucks herself in as best to protect herself from the messy attack. To her disbelief, a hole opens up in the bottom of her seat and a thick, gooey cream pie is pressed firmly to her half exposed ass. Shrieking with surprise, she all but jumps from the chair and removes herself from the stage, thick cream dripping from her tight little butt.
Again the music begins and the girls walk round the circle of chairs. Again it stops and again the girls hurry to their seats. Jo looks up to see the unwanted illumination above her. Before she can look away again, a thin but rapid drizzle of golden syrup falls from the box above her and hits her dead centre of the forehead. The steady drizzle continues as her entire face becomes coated in the incredibly sticky syrup giving a golden sheen to her skin. Oozing slowly, it creeps inside her top and sticks it to her skin. Jo shudders a little as it makes contact with her breasts.
The trickle finally thins and stops, leaving Jo a gold-tinted mess. As she stands up to leave, a torrent of syrup falls into her lap. Looking miserable and embarrassed, the black haired student leaves the stage with syrup still trickling over her bust.
‘Now, with just three contestants left it’s time to raise the stakes,’ warns the studio voice. ‘The next one to be eliminated will remove an item of clothing before their forfeit. Continue.’
The music begins once more and the girls repeat the cycle for a fourth time. After a minute or so the music stops and the girls hurry to their places, looking up to see where the light will appear. Abi looks distraught to find out it’s above her head. Reluctantly she stands up and peels of her black top to reveal her perfectly formed breasts. Not too big but definitely not too small, her pert little nipples stand to attention in the apparently cold studio air. She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and braces herself for the incoming mess.
Her nipples visibly harden as a surge of light brown toffee-flavoured Angel Delight rains down from above the poor girl’s head. In short order her entire head is coated in the pale brown goo and her fantastic breasts follow suit quickly after. A long breath of air is seen escaping from between her delightful lips and one could easily be forgiven for thinking she was enjoying herself. All too soon the messy torture is ended and the audience is left speechless at the sight in front of them. Clearing her throat, Abi follows in the footsteps of the other three contestants and makes a hasty exit, breathing quite heavily and looking positively delectable.
‘Astonishing!’ the voice chimes in. ‘Let’s see if our final unlucky loser can top that. This time it’s down to nothing but panties and utter humiliation for whoever comes out second best. Good luck.’
With just two contestants remaining and only one possible winner, the maths is simple. The music seems to go on for an eternity but at length, it stops. Immediately the girls are seated and the infamous light begins to flash above the head of last weeks’ winner. Having witnessed the fate of her own runner-up last time Poppy knows exactly what to do. She rises from her seat and unfastens the skimpy skirt. It drops to the floor, revealing an even skimpier black thong which does little to hide her firm behind. She then grabs at her top and lifts it over her head to expose her glorious tits. It’s almost upsetting to think that they will soon be coated with some kind of sticky food… almost.
As soon as she returns to her seat a deluge of custard falls all over her nearly naked body with a force so strong that it causes her pert breasts to bounce in its flow. Yellow goo goes everywhere, leaving barely an inch of formerly perfect skin unscathed. The black-haired student can do nothing but sit and take her punishment. After what must seem like an eternity to Poppy, the flow of custard thins and draws to a halt. Dishevelled and humiliated the gorgeous goo-covered student walks of stage, trailing custard from every delightful curve.
‘Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a winner! Congratulations, Zoe, you have the chance to win up to six-thousand pounds. You will be asked a series of six questions, each worth a grand. Of course, this being the show that it is, every incorrect answer will incur a forfeit to be administered by our gallantly gorgeous runner-up. Is that clear?’
‘It certainly is,’ replies Zoe.
‘Then let’s begin. What is the name of America’s WCG representative for Counter-strike?’
With a blank look she replies, ‘I have absolutely no idea.’
‘Not the best of starts, Zoe. Poppy, give her what’s coming to her.’
A slightly cleaned up Poppy returns to the stage, still clad only in her tiny black thong. Bountiful breasts on full show, she walks up to Zoe and waits for further instruction. A column rises from the stage floor holding a large bowl of mashed-up soggy Weetabix. Zoe looks visibly disgusted but Poppy has a glint in her eye; time for some revenge. She picks up the bowl and, pulling Zoe’s skirt away from her body, pours its gummy contents into the back of her white hot-pants. A look of horror comes over the student nurse’s face as the vile substance is brought into contact with her peachy skin. Just to make sure of her victim’s discomfort, Poppy reaches up Zoe’s skirt and gives her ass a less-than-friendly smack, forcing a little of the cereal to squirt out of the hot-pants’ leg holes.
‘Second question: in which country does the Amazon rise?’
‘Peru,’ replies Zoe with a confident look replacing the previous look of distaste.
‘Absolutely right, that’s your first thousand pounds! Now for question three. Which game did the CPL recently announce as their one-on-one game for the 2006 world tour?’
‘Oh I know this, my brother plays it. Erm… it’s Quake Four or something, isn’t it?’
‘It is indeed. That doubles your money. But moving on, here’s question four: for which band was Chris Cornell the vocalist before they quit?’
‘Was it Smashing Pumpkins?’
‘I’m afraid not, Zoe. Poppy, do your worst.’
Bare boobs bouncing as she walks, Poppy returns to the stage and stands by the place where the column will be. Sure enough, it rises up, this time with an unmarked tin of thick rice pudding. She picks it up and unceremoniously tips its heavy contents into Zoe’s ample cleavage with a “plop”. She uses her other hand to massage the pudding through her victim’s sodden top. Zoe is less than impressed.
‘You bitch!’ she screams, scooping up a handful of the sticky rice and throwing it at Poppy, scoring a direct hit on her target’s left boob.
‘Now-now ladies, calm down. You still have a chance to win a further two thousand pounds, let’s not be childish.
With a wry grin on her face, Poppy slaps Zoe’s ass once more as she walks off stage again, leaving Zoe to sigh audibly.
‘Question five: which film, starring Tom Cruise follows a hitman and an unsuspecting taxi-driver around the streets of LA?’
‘That would be Collateral,’ replies Zoe, as smugly as she can manage with Weetabix in her underwear and Rice Pudding coating her breasts.
‘Correct again, that’s three thousand pounds just for you. If you get this last question right you will walk away with a cool six grand. If not, you will take a double forfeit and just three grand. Your final question is who won the 2005 Super League Grand Final?’
‘Bradford Bulls’
‘That’s right. Congratulations, Zoe, you’ve just won six thousand pounds! That’s it for another episode, guys. Be sure to tune in next week and catch another hot episode of Musical Chairs! G’night.’
‘Welcome to the another episode of Musical Chairs,’ announces the studio voice. ‘Six lucky contestants will compete for cash prizes in our own special version of the infamous 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 no uncertain terms. Now bring out the contestants!’
The first girl out on stage wears the uniform tight, strappy black top with a skirt of the same material. Her long black hair is tied at the back and has a single red streak running through it.
‘This week’s first contestant is Lianne, a twenty year-old shop worker from Sheffield.’
Next up is another black-haired girl but this time shorter and a little more curly. Most noticeable of all are her voluptuous breasts which draw the attention of the mostly male audience in an instant.
‘Second contestant for this week is Jo, a twenty-four year-old student from Newcastle’
The third woman to appear has even shorter black hair, coming down to around her chin. She’s shorter than the other two and has a cute little butt almost left visible by the tiny black skirt.
‘Our third contestant is Emma. She’s nineteen and works in a clothes shop in London.’
Contestant four comes out in the same get-up as the rest. Her hair is long and brown, nearly reaching to her ass. She wears black-framed glasses that do nothing to hide her good looks. Similarly, the strappy top struggles to conceal her striking cleavage.
‘This week’s fourth contestant is Zoe. A student nurse from Brighton.’
Number five is a petite little strawberry blonde. Her hair is tied at the back in a severe pony tail. Despite this, her demeanour is nervous in a cute way and she looks adorable.
‘Contestant number five is a twenty year-old secretary from Bolton.’
The final contestant is instantly recognisable to viewers of last week’s episode; the first ever Musical Chairs winner, Poppy. She enters wearing the same outfit as everyone else with plenty golden brown skin on show and shoulder length black hair.
‘Last but by no means least is last week’s winner, Poppy. Poppy is an eighteen year-old student from Barnsley.’
Once all the girls are on stage they are led by a stagehand to well-lit stage. On the stage are six chairs above which is the same motorised box equipment from the last show. The boxes are solid so each contestant eliminated will have no idea what is coming for them until it happens.
‘The rules are simple,’ the studio voice announces as if from a script. ‘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 girls begin their first cycle around the chairs, as do the six boxes. After a minute the boxes come to a halt and the girls take their seats. A red light begins flashing above Lianne’s head and she knows instantly what is coming her way. She closes her eyes and awaits her fate. Sure enough, the box opens up and a huge splodge of sticky porridge falls directly, and almost entirely, into her cleavage with a splat. Trying not to shudder she gets up and leaves, porridge dripping from the bottom of her clothing and making a squelching sound as she walks.
‘Never mind, Lianne,’ says the voice. ‘Better luck next time, hey? Begin the next round, please!’
The remaining contestants begin to manoeuvre round the central chairs until the music is cut abruptly. Hurrying to their seats the other girls are relieved to see the light above Emma’s chair this time. With a resigned sigh she tucks herself in as best to protect herself from the messy attack. To her disbelief, a hole opens up in the bottom of her seat and a thick, gooey cream pie is pressed firmly to her half exposed ass. Shrieking with surprise, she all but jumps from the chair and removes herself from the stage, thick cream dripping from her tight little butt.
Again the music begins and the girls walk round the circle of chairs. Again it stops and again the girls hurry to their seats. Jo looks up to see the unwanted illumination above her. Before she can look away again, a thin but rapid drizzle of golden syrup falls from the box above her and hits her dead centre of the forehead. The steady drizzle continues as her entire face becomes coated in the incredibly sticky syrup giving a golden sheen to her skin. Oozing slowly, it creeps inside her top and sticks it to her skin. Jo shudders a little as it makes contact with her breasts.
The trickle finally thins and stops, leaving Jo a gold-tinted mess. As she stands up to leave, a torrent of syrup falls into her lap. Looking miserable and embarrassed, the black haired student leaves the stage with syrup still trickling over her bust.
‘Now, with just three contestants left it’s time to raise the stakes,’ warns the studio voice. ‘The next one to be eliminated will remove an item of clothing before their forfeit. Continue.’
The music begins once more and the girls repeat the cycle for a fourth time. After a minute or so the music stops and the girls hurry to their places, looking up to see where the light will appear. Abi looks distraught to find out it’s above her head. Reluctantly she stands up and peels of her black top to reveal her perfectly formed breasts. Not too big but definitely not too small, her pert little nipples stand to attention in the apparently cold studio air. She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and braces herself for the incoming mess.
Her nipples visibly harden as a surge of light brown toffee-flavoured Angel Delight rains down from above the poor girl’s head. In short order her entire head is coated in the pale brown goo and her fantastic breasts follow suit quickly after. A long breath of air is seen escaping from between her delightful lips and one could easily be forgiven for thinking she was enjoying herself. All too soon the messy torture is ended and the audience is left speechless at the sight in front of them. Clearing her throat, Abi follows in the footsteps of the other three contestants and makes a hasty exit, breathing quite heavily and looking positively delectable.
‘Astonishing!’ the voice chimes in. ‘Let’s see if our final unlucky loser can top that. This time it’s down to nothing but panties and utter humiliation for whoever comes out second best. Good luck.’
With just two contestants remaining and only one possible winner, the maths is simple. The music seems to go on for an eternity but at length, it stops. Immediately the girls are seated and the infamous light begins to flash above the head of last weeks’ winner. Having witnessed the fate of her own runner-up last time Poppy knows exactly what to do. She rises from her seat and unfastens the skimpy skirt. It drops to the floor, revealing an even skimpier black thong which does little to hide her firm behind. She then grabs at her top and lifts it over her head to expose her glorious tits. It’s almost upsetting to think that they will soon be coated with some kind of sticky food… almost.
As soon as she returns to her seat a deluge of custard falls all over her nearly naked body with a force so strong that it causes her pert breasts to bounce in its flow. Yellow goo goes everywhere, leaving barely an inch of formerly perfect skin unscathed. The black-haired student can do nothing but sit and take her punishment. After what must seem like an eternity to Poppy, the flow of custard thins and draws to a halt. Dishevelled and humiliated the gorgeous goo-covered student walks of stage, trailing custard from every delightful curve.
‘Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a winner! Congratulations, Zoe, you have the chance to win up to six-thousand pounds. You will be asked a series of six questions, each worth a grand. Of course, this being the show that it is, every incorrect answer will incur a forfeit to be administered by our gallantly gorgeous runner-up. Is that clear?’
‘It certainly is,’ replies Zoe.
‘Then let’s begin. What is the name of America’s WCG representative for Counter-strike?’
With a blank look she replies, ‘I have absolutely no idea.’
‘Not the best of starts, Zoe. Poppy, give her what’s coming to her.’
A slightly cleaned up Poppy returns to the stage, still clad only in her tiny black thong. Bountiful breasts on full show, she walks up to Zoe and waits for further instruction. A column rises from the stage floor holding a large bowl of mashed-up soggy Weetabix. Zoe looks visibly disgusted but Poppy has a glint in her eye; time for some revenge. She picks up the bowl and, pulling Zoe’s skirt away from her body, pours its gummy contents into the back of her white hot-pants. A look of horror comes over the student nurse’s face as the vile substance is brought into contact with her peachy skin. Just to make sure of her victim’s discomfort, Poppy reaches up Zoe’s skirt and gives her ass a less-than-friendly smack, forcing a little of the cereal to squirt out of the hot-pants’ leg holes.
‘Second question: in which country does the Amazon rise?’
‘Peru,’ replies Zoe with a confident look replacing the previous look of distaste.
‘Absolutely right, that’s your first thousand pounds! Now for question three. Which game did the CPL recently announce as their one-on-one game for the 2006 world tour?’
‘Oh I know this, my brother plays it. Erm… it’s Quake Four or something, isn’t it?’
‘It is indeed. That doubles your money. But moving on, here’s question four: for which band was Chris Cornell the vocalist before they quit?’
‘Was it Smashing Pumpkins?’
‘I’m afraid not, Zoe. Poppy, do your worst.’
Bare boobs bouncing as she walks, Poppy returns to the stage and stands by the place where the column will be. Sure enough, it rises up, this time with an unmarked tin of thick rice pudding. She picks it up and unceremoniously tips its heavy contents into Zoe’s ample cleavage with a “plop”. She uses her other hand to massage the pudding through her victim’s sodden top. Zoe is less than impressed.
‘You bitch!’ she screams, scooping up a handful of the sticky rice and throwing it at Poppy, scoring a direct hit on her target’s left boob.
‘Now-now ladies, calm down. You still have a chance to win a further two thousand pounds, let’s not be childish.
With a wry grin on her face, Poppy slaps Zoe’s ass once more as she walks off stage again, leaving Zoe to sigh audibly.
‘Question five: which film, starring Tom Cruise follows a hitman and an unsuspecting taxi-driver around the streets of LA?’
‘That would be Collateral,’ replies Zoe, as smugly as she can manage with Weetabix in her underwear and Rice Pudding coating her breasts.
‘Correct again, that’s three thousand pounds just for you. If you get this last question right you will walk away with a cool six grand. If not, you will take a double forfeit and just three grand. Your final question is who won the 2005 Super League Grand Final?’
‘Bradford Bulls’
‘That’s right. Congratulations, Zoe, you’ve just won six thousand pounds! That’s it for another episode, guys. Be sure to tune in next week and catch another hot episode of Musical Chairs! G’night.’
