Right or Wrong · Part 2

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d at contestants.

The day of taping, Darius and Delores were kept offstage in a small waiting room until their episode came up in the schedule. They could not see the other contestants, but they could occasionally hear a woman– or a man– scream out in pain. When that occurred, they could also hear the studio audience cheering wildly.

Finally it came their turn. They were escorted to the edge of the stage and told to wait quietly in the darkness until they were called onto the stage. They waited nervously, holding hands, until the announcer called out loudly, “Let’s give a great Right or Wrong hand for our next contestants, Darius and Delores!”

The audience cheered and applauded and the stage manager gave both of them a hard push in their backs to get them moving. Mistress Olivia met them as soon as they stepped into the lights and escorted them to the proper positions. She pointed down at two marks on the floor where they were supposed to stand. Unlike the Xs used in the audition, these marks were a whip and a crop crossed and tied together with the lash of the whip. Delores felt a knot form in her stomach as what they were doing became real for her.

“Welcome to our dungeon,” Master Arnold called out loudly. “Darius and Delores,” he continued, “which of you is going to be facing our test of your mind and which of you is putting your ass on the line?” It was exactly the same question he asked exactly the same way with each pair of contestants. The audience always applauded loudly when he asked it, even if the applause signs were not blinking.

“He’s answering the questions,” Delores said. She was surprised at how timid her voice sounded.

“In that case,” Master Arnold said in his best announcer voice, “Delores, would you please step into the restraint frame?”

A large, square, black metal frame descended from the darkness above the stage and landed on the stage floor with an audible “Thump!” The frame was approximately eight feet on each side. The bottom of the frame was about two feet wide while the rest of the frame consisted of what looked like four-inch steel pipes with small hooks and loops welded to it at regular intervals all the way around.

Delores stepped out of her shoes as she had been told to do and positioned herself in the center of the frame. Another requirement of the show was that all women wear skirts. The skirts had to be “modest,” which was defined as touching the leg no less that one inch above the top of the kneecap. Underwear and a bra was also specified.

Once she was in place, Mistress Olivia and Mistress Makala pushed small ladders over near the frame and told Delores to stand with her feet together and put her hands in the air. Each grabbed an arm and slipped a leather gauntlet glove over her arm which went all the way to the elbow. They then used Velcro fasteners to pull it tightly onto her arm before pulling her arms wide. Then they used a short chain to connect the restraint to the upper bar of the frame. As they stepped back down from their ladders, one of them said to her, “It helps if you hold onto the chain.”

They then attached wide leather restraints to her ankles and used ropes to connect them to the bottom corners of the frame. They used a complex double slip knot often called a “trucker’s knot” to tie them to the very bottom loop on the side of the frame. Then they pulled the slip knots tighter stretching her legs as wide as possible. This also pulled her lower and tightened the pull on her arms from above. She was now in a very tight X in the middle of the frame.

Early in the life of the program, the contestant in the frame was also gagged, but it was soon discovered that the audience– and the ratings– responded much better to the loud screams when the contestants were wrong and had to pay the forfeit.

Once Delores was securely in place facing the audience, the electronic board behind Master Arnold changed to reveal the ten categories for this game’s questions. The forfeit, except for the first level, was blank. That forfeit was the $1000 entry fee.

The first thing Darius had to do was to arrange the ten categories. Most contestants put the hardest categories first so that if they missed them the forfeit was the smallest. The first level was normally just the entry fee. The second level was almost always clothing. The third often was all body hair. After that it was difficult to predict.

After a few minutes, he spoke. “I want the categories in this order,” he said, “The Wild West, World Geography, US Landmarks, Famous Hollywood Deaths, Awards, Food, The Human Body, Superstitions, Sports, and Presidential Names”

Delores began thrashing in her restraints. “What are you doing?!” she yelled out. He knew nothing about Presidents and was an avid student of western history. He had put the easiest of the categories first.

Master Arnold laughed and said, “It sounds like your partner disagrees with your arrangement.” He laughed again. “But that’s too bad because once she is in the frame she is at your mercy.” The whole audience laughed and then cheered and whistled.

He waited for the audience to quiet down and then said, “Here is our first question from the Wild West category, What famous wild west outlaw moved back east to New York and became a sports writer for a newspaper?”

Darius looked like he was thinking seriously. He even rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Doc Holliday?” he said. It sounded more like a question than a definite answer.

“I’m sorry,” Master Arnold said with mock sorrow. “But YOU ARE WRONG!”

“You knew that!” Delores screamed. “How could you get that wrong? You’ve told me at least a dozen times about how Bat Masterson wrote for the New York Morning Telegraph.”

“Wow,” Master Arnold continued, “maybe the wrong one is in the frame.” He turned to the audience and said with a sneer. “But that’s too bad because it’s too late to change now.”

When the audience laughter ended, he said to Darius. “You’ve lost your thousand dollars. This next question either wins you five thousand or Delores loses her clothes. Are you going to play or walk away?”

“I’ve got to win the money back,” he said. “We’ll play.”

“Here’s the question,” intoned Master Arnold, “in the World Geography category. What is the only nation which covers an entire continent?”

Delores’ eyes were wide and her head was nodding up and down. Darius knew this one. They had been to Australia and one of the things that was emphasized by the guides was that it was the only country that was more–both a nation and a continent.

Darius again stroked his chin as if thinking and then said “The United States?”

“Wrong!” called out Master Arnold. Delores let out a long, anguished scream. And the audience gave a very loud cheer. They began cheering and clapping once again as Mistress Olivia and Mistress Makala walked over to the frame with electric scissors. They started with her skirt and cut thin strips of it off all the way around, letting the cloth fall onto the floor.

When the skirt barely covered her ass, they turned to her blouse, also cutting thin strips so that it became shorter and shorter. When the bottoms of the bra cups became visible, they reached inside the blouse and pulled the straps up through the neck opening. Each cut one side and then Mistress Olivia reached up inside the shortened blouse and cut up the back of the bra. She stepped back and let it fall down Delores’ body where it landed on the wide floor of the frame.

They then went back to working on her skirt, cutting it higher and higher until there was nothing left but the waistband. This time it was Mistress Makala who administered the coup de gras and cut vertically up through the narrow piece of cloth.

The next to go were the sleeves of the blouse… and then the shoulders… and then the top of the blouse so that there was nothing left but a two-inch strip of cloth balanced on the tip of Delores’ breasts, held in place by her nipples. Mistress Olivia made a big show of cutting upward between Delores’ breasts and the last tattered remnant of the blouse fluttered to the floor.

Delores was now crying in shame as she stood in nothing but her panties in the frame. The cool air caused her nipples to harden and extend. Something else was causing her panties to become damp as Mistress Olivia and Mistress Makala began picking up the various pieces of cloth from the floor of the stage. Once all the scraps were removed, they both walked off stage. When they returned, they were each carrying an oversize pair of scissors like would be used to cut the ribbon at a store’s grand opening.

Walking to either side of Delores, they slid the scissors up into the sides the panties and stood waiting. Master Arnold stepped to the front of the stage and said, “OK, audience, lets give it a ten countdown.”

The audience began chanting, “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, ONE!”

On one, both Mistresses pushed the scissors together cutting through the sides of the underwear. With her legs pulled so wide apart, Delores was unable to keep the remnants of her panties from fluttering to the stage.

“Well,” Master Arnold shouted loudly, “now we know that Delores is a not a natural blonde.”

After the audience quit laughing, he returned to his position in front of the big screen and said, “OK now, Darius, we are up to the third question. This category, US Landmarks, is worth ten thousand dollars. The forfeit is either the loss of all your partner’s body hair or ten strokes with a cane, depending on the roll of our electronic dice. Do you play or do you walk?”

“Walk,” Delores shouted. “You said we would walk before things got too bad.”

“Well, we know what your partner wants, don’t we?” Master Arnold said, “But her vote doesn’t count. This is totally up to you.”

“That is so WRONG!” Delores wailed.

“So was you cheating on me with James,” Darius called back. “We will go on.”

There was a loud “Oooooh” from the audience and then Master Arnold asked, “Are you ready?”

“Double!” cried Darius.

There was another loud “Oooooh” from the audience.

“This means,” Master Arnold said, “that you want to double the ten thousand to twenty thousand so that we skip the next category. But if you are wrong, then both forfeits apply– and they are doubled. Plus,” he continued, “you get the forfeit for the next level which is twenty with a tawse.”

“Yes!” Darius said firmly. “I double.”

“The question is,” Master Arnold continued, “What building is pictured on the back of an American twenty-dollar bill?”

After a few minutes Darius responded, “The Lincoln Memorial.”

“Wrong!” cried Master Arnold. “It is the White House.”

Mistress Olivia and Mistress Makala again came scampering on stage. This time one was carrying a beard trimmer and the other was carrying a can of shaving cream and several safety razors. It only took Mistress Olivia a few swipes to shear Delores’ pubic fleece. Then Mistress Makala began smearing shaving cream between her legs. A few moments later, she wiped the shaving cream away and called out, “Clean as a baby’s twat.”

“But we have a double forfeit,” Master Arnold called out as he walked over carrying a larger, battery-powered hair clipper. A stagehand hustled over with a short stepladder and Master Arnold climbed to the top and began cutting Delores’ hair from her head.

When he was finished, he said, “Mistress Olivia,” and she took his place at the top of the steps. She used the beard trimmer to remove Delores’ eyebrows. Then Mistress Makala took her place and smeared shaving cream all over the top of Delores’ head.

“Better close your eyes,” she said sweetly as she smeared additional foam where Delores’ eyebrows once were. She then went to work with her razors. When she was done, Delores’ head almost shone in the glare of the stage light. Her entire body was now wracked with sobs.

Master Arnold walked back to the center of the stage while Mistress Olivia stood on one side of Delores with a long, thin, whippy cane. Mistress Makala stood on the other side with a short-handled tawse.

Mistress Olivia whipped the cane up and down almost violently. It whirred and hummed almost like a huge angry wasp. Then she pulled her arm all the way back and swung toward Delores. The cane again hissed through the air and then slammed loudly into Delores’ asscheeks.

“Aiiieee” she screamed. When her cry had faded, the audience shouted, “One.”

Delores screamed out nine more times before the audience called out “Ten.” Then Mistress Makala began swinging the tawse back and forth. It didn’t make near the noise the cane made moving through the air, but the “Thwack!” of the split piece of leather slamming into Delores’ left asscheek was much louder than the slap of the cane had been.

The scream which Delores made was also louder. The audience counted, “One.”

Delores screamed again and again and again. Her voice was becoming hoarse by the time the crowd finally called out “Twenty.”

Delores hung sobbing in the restraint frame. “Please Darius,” she called out, “end this. I didn’t cheat on you. All I was doing was tutoring James with his history class. We needed the extra money to pay bills. He’s on the football team and the school was paying me to keep him eligible.”

“Next question,” Darius called out.

Master Arnold walked back to in front of the display and said, “We are jumping to the thirty thousand dollar question in the category Famous Hollywood Deaths. Are you ready, Darius?”

Before he could answer, Delores called out loudly, “Double!”

“Whoa!” Master Arnold called out. “We’ve never had that happen before, but the rules say that if the person in the restraint calls the double, then they get to answer the question.”

Darius looked over at Delores in the frame and said loudly, “Double double.”

The audience began cheering wildly. “This truly has never happened before,” Master Arnold shouted. “The question goes back to Darius, but the forfeit is double the next four categories.”

Darius looked over at Delores in the frame. She glowered back at him in hatred. She had made excuses for him long enough. After this they were through. She took a deep breath and then shouted out “Ultimate! All in!”

“Wait a minute,” Master Arnold said slowly. “I have to make sure that you realize exactly what you are saying. ‘Ultimate’ or ‘All in’ means that the question comes back to you and you are going for four times our top prize. If you are right you get four hundred thousand dollars. But if you are wrong, both you AND YOUR PARTNER receive four times all of the remaining forfeits. In addition, you and your partner will both become personal slaves of this show– meaning the Mistresses and myself– for the next four years. Is that what you really want?”

“Ultimate! All in!” Delores repeated loudly.

Mistress Olivia and Mistress Makala rushed over to stop Darius from running off the stage. A moment later a second restraint frame thudded to the stage floor.

Even with him attempting to struggle, they easily restrained him in identical fashion to Delores after which they again returned with the electric clippers. They weren’t as dramatic about it, but shortly thereafter all of his clothing was stripped from his body. A few minutes later, his hair– both from his head and from his crotch– had joined his clothing on the stage floor. The audience was shouting and screaming loudly as they used the cane and tawse to bring him to the same level as Delores.

Once his cries and sobs had finally diminished, Master Arnold stepped up in front of the frame holding Delores. “Now that you and your partner are equal participants in this, we are jumping to the final category of Presidential Names,” he said gravely. “This is a very difficult question, so we are going to give you forty-five seconds to answer. What was Rutherford B. Hayes middle name?”

Delores smiled. She had grown up in Fremont, Ohio, which was Hayes’ home town. The library there was called the Birchard library in honor of his mother’s family, who had helped found the town. The B in Rutherford B. Haye’s name was his mother’s maiden name.

She looked over at Darius. It was over now between them. He had intentionally answered incorrectly so she would suffer. She would have to find someone new to spank her and take her in the ass. As she thought that, the pain which was still burning in her ass began to change into the pulses of pleasure she had once felt at the hands of Bullius. Her mind was in turmoil. She waited almost to the end of the forty-five seconds to shout out her answer.

When she did, the audience cheered loudly.

But did she answer right? Or wrong?

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