Blissful Torment

It was only a matter of time until the (very prude) evangelical right lost their influence on politics. After a couple of failed presidencies, and an inevitable generational shift (because old people have a tendency to die), law-makers over-corrected in the other direction. Instead of banning swearing and nudity they openly welcomed it for entertainment programs.

One such program was Big Sisters - A horrible pun on the also just as horrible Big Brother program, making Orwell spin in his grave. The show always ran one week, with the winner receiving a significant amount of money, and the other six not winning anything, but sacrificing their dignity.

This week's contestants were as always: A wide mixture of stereotypes, races and body shapes. However they always had some things in common: They were beautiful young women, and they were naked. Nothing would give away that this would be the last time the show aired.

The story was that the seven were prisoners, being interrogated for their secret passwords. The rules were always the same: Six of the contestants would tie up the last one for three hours, and then they were, per the rules, "allowed to softly and teasingly touch the victim", until she gave in and told them in glorious detail about a most embarrassing story of her life. 

Any girl that could last through her three hours of torment would be the winner. Every series had gotten more lewd, and more tougher on the contestants (who came prepared). Last week the winner screamed her way through no less than thirty-seven orgasms before she could claim the prize, and the paramedical team had be called in to make sure she did not die of a heart attack.

This time, there would not be any winners. When Ashley, a red haired, buxom bitch was sat down on the "throne of torture", the petite blonde called Marion walked behind her, and without warning started running her gentle fingers down Ashley's sides and armpits, producing gasping laughter. Her co-contestants immediately understood what she was doing, grabbed a foot each, and let loose a barrage of tickling. Ashley was not ready for this, and after laughing started to cry, and after crying for only a few seconds tapped out.

The producers were not happy: Their usual program took one hour after editing, and they had barely three minutes to work with. Marion had been a surprise wild-card, a devoted evangelical, and her unexpected candidacy had been the talk for every pre-show.

The same story repeated itself every day: The girls *knew* they would be tickled, but none of them stood a chance. The dark skinned Amazonian-looking fitness trainer Ashanti managed to eke out ten minutes, but she gave up when she found out what had felt like hours was still 170 minutes away from the target line.

On the last day, the petite Marion herself was up for grabs, the last girl to possibly win this week, or the money would go to the jackpot. To be honest, she had not even planned on winning: She knew she could not win, nor had she planned to. She just wanted to ruin the show for everybody, and was ready to martyr herself up for it.

However, the producers had put the pieces together. And instead of getting a quick tickle into submission, the other six girls gagged her, made it impossible for her to give up, and fucked her in front of cameras for two and a half hours. They gave her screaming orgasm after screaming orgasm, made her cry and beg for mercy, but never allowed her to confess.

Only fifteen minutes before time was over, they turned to the weapon that had been used to ruin everything, and brought out silken gloves, feathers and teasing tongues. Marion's hopes of possibly sneaking in the win despite the odds were dashed instantly, as she screamed for mercy when the gag was pulled from her mouth with only sixty seconds on the clock: She confessed to cheating on her fiancé with an older man to fulfil her kinky fantasies.

She had reached her original goal, but it had cost her her family, and more importantly, her sanity.

Originally written 2019-03-11, © Blissful Torment