0 comments/ 103891 views/ 10 favorites Jenny Wants to be a Millionaire Ch. 1 By: Capstick Let me introduce our heroine Jenny, in case you have not yet met. Jenny is a happily married middle-aged woman, with all-American good looks, and a bit of a naive view of the world. Now what self-respecting man couldn't fall in love with a gullible blond beauty with blue eyes, an outrageous hourglass figure, and a penchant for landing herself in embarrassing situations? Today was Jenny's thirtieth birthday. Her best friend Ashley had given her a beautiful bottle green silk dress, which must have cost a small fortune. She insisted that she found it on clearance, but Jenny had never seen dresses like this make it to a closeout table. Ashley was worried about the fit, so she tried it on for her. It was a strapless dress, a style that Jenny usually stayed away from. She had to admit that it made her look like a movie star though! It had a lot of support built into the chest, and gave her full breasts quite a lift. It was quite snug, and created lots of cleavage. It was short enough that care would be needed when bending over, but she was comfortable wearing it. Both Ashley and her husband were delighted with the look. Ashley explained that with the strapless top, the dress needed to be tight or it would be constantly slipping down. Jenny was hoping that her days of accidental public exposure were well behind her, so she was quite reassured. It had been months since the last embarrassing incident, and Jenny was gaining more confidence in her ability to avoid further trouble. Her husband handed her a birthday card. Inside the card Jenny found a pair of tickets to a show named "Are You Really Sure You Want to be a Millionaire?" He explained that it was a taping for a new cable show, and that contestants were going to be picked live from the studio audience. He didn't tell Jenny that he and Ashley had been working on a new adventure for Jenny quite a while now. Jenny squealed with delight and gave him a big hug, while Ashley smiled to herself and thought what a stupid cow she really was! "Oh, I almost forgot your last gift, what perfect timing!" He handed her a box from her favorite lingerie shop in town. Inside was a beautiful set of matching bra, panties, and garter belt, along with silk stockings and a transparent negligee. "I was hoping you would wear them to bed tonight, but the color is perfect with that dress. I'd love it if you wore them to the show!" How could Jenny say no with all the love being shown. She didn't tell him that the bra couldn't be worn with this dress since it was strapless, but everything else should be fine. Then when they got back from the show tonight all she needed to do was slip out of the dress and into the negligee! After cocktails and a wonderful dinner at her favorite restaurant (where Jenny secretly enjoyed the attention her dress was getting), her husband drove downtown to a rather run-down section full of industrial buildings. Jenny regretted not using the rest room at the restaurant, but she could wait till they were inside the Studio. He found the building behind a chain-link fence with a small sign out front, which said Cinema-X Productions. They parked in a fenced lot, which was quite full. As they approached the entrance door, a large man was standing guard with a clipboard, wearing a dark blue uniform. Her husband presented their tickets, which Jenny noticed were different colors, one white and one bright orange. The man checked his clipboard, made a few marks, and handed them each a form with a lot of small print on it. He explained that it was a models release, just in case they did get chosen to participate in the show. As he stood over her to point out where to sign, Jenny could feel him staring down her dress. Jenny's cheeks colored as she quickly signed the form and handed it back. "The show starts in about 10 minutes folks, and I have to do a quick search before you can enter", said the guard. He pointed to a short yellow railing, which was about three feet away from the building wall by the door. "Could you stand in front of that railing Miss, and face the wall please!" Jenny glanced over at her husband, who gave her a quick nod. A line of people was starting to form behind them, so Jenny walked over to where he pointed and stood up against the railing. Jenny felt his hand press between her shoulder blades, "Please lean forward and place your hands against the building wall". Blushing furiously, Jenny now realized that with her legs braced against the railing, her ass was thrust into the air, facing both the guard and the rest of the crowd now gathered. The way he had her stretched out, her heavy breasts were close to falling out of her top. She felt the guards booted feet slip between her high heels, and kick her feet apart till they were well separated. She let out a soft moan as she felt him lean up against her uplifted ass, and she could feel his rock-hard cock pressing against her as he pressed her into the rail. He reached around and placed his hands flat on her belly, slid them slowly up to her arms, and then followed the slope of her breasts down till he was cupping and squeezing them roughly. Jenny gasped as she felt him slip the top of the dress down and her breasts were released! He quickly began to squeeze and massage her bared flesh. Jenny was helplessly pinned in this position and unable to remove her hands from the wall. After a thorough groping the guard released her breasts and slid his hands back behind her, and followed down her hips and along her thighs till he reached the bottom of her dress. She let out a gasp as he slowly ran his hands up underneath the thin material. Her legs were still braced apart by his feet and she glanced over to her husband helplessly, who was standing with the rest of the crowd. All he gave her one of those "What can I do about it?" shrugs! She grimaced and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his fingers brush past her stocking tops till they finally reached her now soaked panties. His fingers found the ties on the side and quickly pulled, and she gasped as she felt them fall away. The cool night air suddenly hit her moist pubic area. He slid one finger up inside her vagina deeply until she was raised up on her tiptoes. He then slowly slid it back out, and followed back to her asshole. Before it dawned on her what was happening, he slid his now very lubricated finger deep inside her ass, much to the delight of the crowd. Jenny realized that he had moved over to the side, which gave everyone gathered behind an unobstructed view. The guard continued to work his finger around in slow circles for a few seconds, and then pulled out, which produced a small squeal. She quickly pushed herself off the wall and pulled down her dress. The guard was now smiling from ear to ear! She vaguely heard him say, "Thank you very much and please go this way miss!" She rushed through the door to the sound of applause from the group outside. To Be Continued... Jenny Wants to be a Millionaire Ch. 2 Now that the guard had finally released her, Jenny found herself rushing down a narrow hallway. A brightly lit opening was straight ahead, and a line of people was slowly filing in to a large room beyond. As she caught up to the line she realized her husband was directly ahead of her! She was about to start complaining that he hadn't been searched also, when she felt more people pressing up from behind. By the bulging pants now pressed against her ass, Jenny realized that the guard must have been allowing everyone through without searches! Now all of her newfound admirers were squeezed behind. She suddenly felt a pair of hands reach around and grasp her bare breasts! Her dress top was still pulled down from the search. She gasped as someone else raised her dress and started exploring her bare ass. She started squealing and squirming around, but with all of the noise and confusion from the room in front, her husband appeared not to notice her noise (Or so she hoped, anyway!). Jenny certainly heard a zip well enough from behind though, and suddenly felt the head of a very erect cock being rubbed back and forth across her well-rounded cheeks, as her breasts were still being squeezed and fondled. She felt the cock stiffening further and the stroking become more insistent, and it dawned on her what was about to happen! Spurt after spurt of warm cum started to splash all over her ass as the pervert climaxed, and she could feel his hot breath on her neck as he gasped with pleasure. She could not believe what was happening. It was all so sudden that she didn't have time to react! Suddenly he was replaced be another man, who was wildly bucking his hips. Once again she felt her ass being splashed with more cum! The man was smacking his cock against her bare ass, smearing the sticky mess all over. The line ahead was suddenly released and she stumbled forward into the light, with a smiling usher standing with his hand out to guide her to her seat. When she saw his eyes focus on her chest, she quickly remembered that her swollen, engorged breasts were still exposed. Quickly she reached down and pulled her top up, and allowed her breast to settle back inside, so at least only her deep cleavage was exposed. Stunned, the usher took her arm in his and started to lead her down the aisle into the bowl shaped studio, snuggling his arm up against her breast as closely as he could. She noticed that a spotlight was following her as she walked down, and began to blush deeply at the hush that had seemed to come upon the studio. The usher took her all the way down to the fourth row back from the front of the stage. He pointed to her seat, which was right next to her husband about twelve people or so down the row. She paused momentarily for the seated men to rise up and allow her to pass in front, but they just stared back at her with grins on their faces. Jenny felt as though every eye in the studio was on her! Not wanting to draw more attention to herself, she began to shuffle sideways down the row in front of the men, which caused her ass to stick out into their faces, and her chest to stick out in front to keep her on balance. She glanced down and saw that her bulging breasts still had red hand and finger marks all over them, and her deep brown areola were starting to peek out of the top. Her now fully erect nipples were covered by a mere inch of material. Finally she worked over to her seat, and reached back to smooth her skirt down. Stunned, she immediately realized that her dress was still raised up over her ass and stuck on a gob of cum, and that she had just given every person in the studio behind her an extended view of her naked cum-splashed ass wiggling all the way down the aisle and over to her seat! To Be Continued... Jenny Wants to be a Millionaire Ch. 3 Jenny quickly yanked the back of her skirt down, and dropped into her seat. This in turn caused her breasts to bounce free of her dress. She didn't notice this however, because her attention was riveted to the clammy feeling of cum starting to soak into her beautiful dress. Her husband certainly noticed, and after enjoying her situation for a bit, leaned over and whispered in her ear to look up by the stage. Jenny noticed several large TV monitor screens pointed toward the audience, as well as a jumbo screen mounted above the stage. The monitors showed an overhead view of a large breasted, topless woman seated amongst a group of people, who were all staring at her. Then she noticed the spotlight. She started to raise her hands to her face and her arms brushed against her huge nipples. She cried out "OH MY GOD!" and yanked up her top. Looking up, she now saw the camera providing the audience with the overhead shot. As she looked around the studio, she could see many other cameras strategically positioned, which were all pointing at her. She heard her Husband chuckling softly, and followed his eyes back to the overhead monitor. She could feel her face burning with embarrassment as her walk to the seat was now being replayed in slow motion, with different camera angles being flashed. Jenny could hear the laughing from the audience, as eyes were flashing between the monitors and where she was now seated. She sighed with relief as the screen changed to show a middle aged, well-dressed man walking toward the stage. Two attractive young women carrying a large clear bingo drum dispenser, which was half filled with tickets, accompanied him. As they stepped up onto the raised platform the audience began clapping & cheering wildly. Jenny had a great view since their seats were no more then 15 feet from them. The host began by explaining that this show was unlike anything done before, and that the format was slightly different from the TV version that they were used to. "This show is intended only for mature audience's. Anyone who has misgivings or apprehensions about appearing on stage should leave now, because once the show starts you will be held to the release you signed earlier tonight. There is no backing out once we are live!" Jenny briefly considered walking out, but no one else was moving, and she didn't want to draw attention to herself again (funny how she didn't notice any other women in the audience). Besides, she wasn't anxious to squeeze by the row of men seated next to her again! What were the odds of her name being drawn, she thought! She had never won anything in her life. "Ladies & Gentleman! Let's go live! Ladies, please spin the drum." Jenny watched as the tickets started tumbling around, and then something caught her eye. All of the tickets were white, but occasionally she would see a flash of bright orange. She felt the color start draining from her face. Something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. Suddenly the drum stopped and the man reached in to select a ticket. Jenny thought it a bit strange that he appeared to be poking around a little, before finally removing a ticket and holding it up in the air with a dramatic flourish. Oh no, she whispered to herself, seeing that the ticket he selected was bright orange! Sure enough, the host called out her name, and asked if she was in the audience! Jenny was going to sit quietly and pretend she wasn't there, but her husband popped up out of his chair and pulled her up. The audience went crazy as she felt him start pushing her sideways down the aisle. Alarmed, she felt another pair of hands grasp her hips and continue shuffling her along! The next man who grabbed her slid her dress up to her hips, after which no holds were barred. The rest of the way she was passed along with her dress up to her waist, and she felt lots of gropes and pinches as she went. Finally, out into the aisle she shot, where the same smiling usher caught her in stride, one hand grasping a breast and the other her ass! To Be Continued... Jenny Wants to be a Millionaire Ch. 4 Jenny quickly yanked her dress back down, and was directed towards the stage by the usher. Jenny could feel him wiping his hand on the back of her dress. She remembered about the mess and looked at the closest monitor to see the back of her swaying hips with a dark splattering of splotchy stains all over well rounded behind. The material was now very clingy, and she could feel it entering into the cleft of her ass, rather then smoothly covering her. The host warmly greeted her as she climbed up on the stage, and commented at how beautiful she looked. He slowly paraded her around the perimeter of the stage waving to the crowd. They were all standing and applauding, with many a wolf whistle thrown in! That is everyone but the first few rows, which she realized were being treated to a birds eye view directly up her dress! She was led to the center of the stage, where the host sat down in a handsome leather chair, indicating she should take the seat opposite of him. There was a low coffee table between the chairs, with a pitcher of water with two glasses. With hardly a glance Jenny quickly sat down, glad to hide her stained dress. A puzzled look came across her face as it felt like she had just sat down on an open toilet seat! She quickly glanced down and saw only leather, her broad hips were hiding whatever she was sitting on but she could tell it wasn't cushioned. She parted her legs slightly and saw that there was an opening straight down! Then she saw a light flash on underneath, at which point the host regained her attention by clearing his throat politely. What Jenny didn't know was that all of the studio monitors featured a well-lit view of Jenny's silk covered ass protruding through the open seat from underneath by hidden cameras! "Now Jenny, the rules of this game are quite simple. I'm going to ask you a multiple-choice question, and if you give me the correct answer you will be awarded $1,000. For every question you answer correctly after this point, the amounts will be doubled, until you reach a million dollars or you answer incorrectly". As the host was speaking, his female assistants approached Jenny and started working at something on either side of the chair. She didn't pay much attention until they grabbed her wrists from her lap, and strapped each onto the chair arms with Velcro straps! Noticing the alarm in her eyes, the host gave a charming smile. "Don't be alarmed Jenny, we know how nervous people get during the questioning, and it gets distracting to the audience when the participants start squirming around. You will see that this will help you stay calm and focused". He was so sweet and assuring that Jenny relaxed immediately. One of the girls now moved to the front of her chair and reached down behind her. She had stepped in between her legs, forcing them open. She then felt a second pair of hands opening them further apart and attaching wide straps around her legs just under the knees, securing them up against the insides of both chair arms. Meanwhile the girl in front of her pulled out a seat belt, and proceeded to buckle her in. She synched the belt so tightly that the top of her dress was forced down, and Jenny could begin to see her areola being exposed over her plunging neckline. She dare not squirm around, because she knew any more pressure would cause both breasts to tumble out. Jenny silently cursed herself for her choice of dresses. "Now unlike the TV version, if you answer incorrectly, the game doesn't just end. You will have to participate in a penalty session after the questioning. If you reach a million dollars, you won't have to participate in a penalty session. This is an all or nothing contest." Jenny suddenly felt something pointy & metallic pressing against the bottom of her bare thighs. She sat bolt upright and stared straight at the host, who calmly returning her stare, his eves never wavering. Jenny was relieved, because she was sure he could see right between her spread legs if he wanted to. The metal started to slide up, and Jenny could hear a very faint noise, which she realized was from a pair of scissors! Someone was cutting open her dress! "Jenny, do you have any questions?" Startled, Jenny replied no in a quiet voice, not quite believing the fix she had gotten into this time. "OK, then lets get started! The crowd was going crazy, clapping and cheering wildly. Jenny thought they were just excited about the game, but actually all eyes were glued to the monitors which showed the bottom of Jenny's dress falling apart, exposing her ass and pussy to the camera view! To Be Continued... Jenny Wants to be a Millionaire Ch. 5 "Jenny, your first question is: What is the scientific name for water?" Jenny herd a click underneath her chair, followed by a high pitched buzzing sound. Something was being dragged along her exposed pubic area. It dawned on her that it was an electric shaver! The host continued: "H-2-O, W-H-O, I'm sorry Jenny, did you say something?" "No, could you please repeat the choices?" she said in a cracking voice. She felt like she was burning up. It was surreal to be seated in front of hundreds of people, being taped by multiple cameras, while some stranger was taking advantage of her. She tried to glance down between her legs, but pinned as she was to the chair, she couldn't get a clear view. She didn't want to crane her head forward and let on anything was wrong. "Once again your choices are H-2-O, W-H-O, W-W-F or W-W-W. Jenny, what is your answer?" "I THEEEENK! I'm sorry, I think that the answer is H-2-O." Jenny had jumped as she felt the razor reach up to her lower belly to shave what little was remaining of her pubic hair. She thought she caught the host glancing down when she jumped, and now she wondered what his smile really meant. The crowd had started chanting MORE! MORE! MORE! Which puzzled her slightly. "Is that your final answer?" "Yes, I believe it is H-2-O, she replied in a shaky voice. "You are Correct! Congratulations." The music raised in volume and more applause broke out. "Lets get right to the next question" "Wait!" she said, "I'd like to quit now!" The crowd started chanting NO! NO! NO! And the host raised his hands to quite them down. "I'm sorry Jenny, but you can't end the question period until either you answer incorrectly, or you win ONE MILLION DOLLARS!" The crowd went crazy once again, and now Jenny could feel her lips being pulled this way and that as small touch ups were being made with the razor. She sighed as she heard it finally switch off. "Now for your next question, where is the Whit House located? Is it in the State of Washington, Maryland, Washington D.C. or New York?" Jenny felt something cold and foamy being spread all over her pubic area. Now she knew why this show was intended for "Adults Only! "The answer is Washington D.C." A murmuring started in the audience. Jenny now figured out what the foam was for, as she felt the unmistakable pull of a razor blade over her pubic area. "Is that your final answer?" asked the host. "Yes, that is what I will guess." "She's right again! You're just doing great, Jenny. Are you ready to continue?" "My throat's a little dry, may I have a drink of water?" While Jenny was thirsty, she hoped that they would release her arms to drink the water, at which point she could undo her legs and get out of this mess. One of the female assistants walked up to the table between their chairs and poured a glass of water from the pitcher. As soon as Jenny heard the trickle of water, she remembered never having had a chance to use the bathroom, and the urge to go suddenly swept over her! The girl came up to Jenny's side, held the glass to her lips, and tipped the glass back. Jenny had to struggle swallowing to keep up. The girl didn't stop till the glass was empty. The stranger below had finished shaving her, and now he was cleaning her up with a warm, damp towel. Jenny struggled against the impulse to pee, clenching her legs and stomach muscles tightly. She motioned to the girl, and whispered in her ear that she had to use the bathroom right away. The girl patted her arm and said she would let them know, and left the stage. "All right Jenny, to continue with the questions, What female adult film star was best known for her skills at oral sex, was it Marilyn Monroe, Barbara Bush, Courtney Love or Linda Lovelace?" Jenny was shocked by the question. "I've never watched any of those kind of movies, I have no idea who those people are!" The studio monitors now showed the camera being repositioned to a side view showing Jenny's ass and hairless pussy sticking through the seat. A metal bucket was positioned directly under her on a raised stand. "You are free to use the studio audience as a lifeline, if you need help," the host said. With that, a chorus of voices rang out, and they seemed to form into a chant of LINDA! LINDA! With all the lights shining on her, Jenny could not pick out her Husband, so finally she said, "I guess I will choose Linda Lovelace." Most of Jenny's concentration remained on fighting the urge to pee. The girl coming back distracted Jenny. She leaned down and whispered in her ear "They are ready for you now, you can go ahead and pee when you are ready." "I can't do it here!" she said, but the girl had already turned and was walking off. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" the host asked with a smile. "No, I'm sorry, everything's fine!" Jenny replied quickly. She noticed that a hush had seemed to fall across the studio once again, and everyone seemed to be staring intently into the monitors. "Final Answer, Jenny?" She squirmed as much as she could, but couldn't hold back any longer, and a dribble of pee started to escape. The sound of the pee dripping into the bucket startled her (a microphone was positioned next to the metal bucket, broadcasting the noise over the studio speakers). "I guess so, yes" she answered as she let loose a solid stream of pee. There was no stopping now as Jenny closed her eyes and felt the almost orgasmic pleasure from the release of the built up pressure. She just hoped that no one else could hear it, because it seemed so loud to her! "You're right again!" Jenny was beyond caring at the moment. She was a bit surprised that the audience was going crazy once again with cheering, whistling and ovations breaking out. She was surprised how much they were getting into the questioning back and forth. "So Jenny, tell us a little bit about yourself before we continue." Jenny just stared at him stupidly as the studio quieted down. Once again the waterfall of pee rang out loudly. She couldn't find it within herself to carry on a normal conversation while urinating. "Cats got your tongue, eh! Well, that's all right Jenny, I realize you are probably nervous so let's take a quick break." To Be Continued... Jenny Wants to be a Millionaire Ch. 6 With that the host sat up and gave her knee a quick squeeze. "You're doing great Jenny! Your Husband is a very lucky man." He walked away and started shaking hands with the audience. Jenny felt herself being cleaned up again with the warm towel. The studio lights came up and people started to talk amongst themselves, but no one left their seats. All eyes were still glued to the monitors. Jenny was relieved to see her Husband approaching the stage. As soon as he got close enough to hear, she said "I have to get out of here! You won't believe what is happening..." Before she could continue, he cut her off. "Honey, I have some really bad news. I read that release we signed, and if you don't go through with the show, they can legally take everything we own for damages! It's all on the form, our home, our cars, our bank accounts, our retirement fund, everything!" The color drained from Jenny's face as she realized what they had gotten into. Suddenly she sat bolt upright as a well-lubricated finger start circling her exposed asshole. "Are you all right Dear?" he asked, seeing her sudden shift in position. The colors drained from her face as she felt the finger slowly press into her ass, and work the lubricant around. Jenny looked into her Husbands eyes helplessly while this was happening, but couldn't bring herself to tell him. She felt like she was betraying him. "Well Honey, try to make the most of it. Who knows, maybe this will all work out for the best after all!" He bent over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Jenny sighed as she felt the finger being replaced with a long, slim probe. It had smooth, even bumps along the shaft, so it popped up an inch at a time as it was inserted, giving her a wave of pleasure with each bump. "My kisses don't usually have this much effect! I can't wait for tonight." He turned away and left the stage before she had a chance to respond. Next she felt an egg shaped object being inserted into her vagina. Due to the position she was in and how wet she was, it went in quite easily, in and was pressed up high inside. She could feel something attached to it, which was dangling down and tickling her inner lips. Now a third object was held up against her pubic mound. It was curved to follow her contours, and had a bump, which fell right over her clitoris. She could feel it being held in place with a piece of tape which was pressed over her belly and then stretched back and stuck to the top of her butt. The lights in the studio area were dimmed again, and the applause started up as the host came back to his chair. He smiled warmly and asked "So how are you holding up Jenny, are you getting a little stiff?" Jenny cleared her throat and said yes in a soft voice. He smiled broadly. "Well you're in luck because your chair has a massaging feature." He then stood up and moved around the table. She gasped as he reached down between her legs and pulled up a small control pad with three wire leads attached, which led back between her legs. As he moved back to his chair the wires tugged gently on the probes now inserted deep within her body! Expressions of sudden understanding and shock now moved across her face. He set the control down on the table, and turned one of the knobs till it clicked on. She felt a slow vibration start from the egg buried deep in her vagina. Another knob started a slow pulsation from the unit taped over her labia. "How does that feel? Asked the host. "Very NNNNice!" stammered Jenny. He smiled and rotated each knob ever so slightly, increasing the sensations from the devices. "Now for the next question we will switch subjects and go to American History. What President is credited with freeing the slaves, was it Thomas Edison, Abraham Lincoln, John F. Kennedy or Harry Truman? He started to move a small joystick on the control around in small circles, and she felt the probe in her ass duplicate the movement. A familiar tingling was stirring deep within her groin, totally against her wishes. The audience started to cry out names, which soon developed into a chant of "KENNEDY! KENNEDY! KENNEDY!" I hope they are right this time, She thought to herself. "I think it was Kennedy," she said in a husky voice. "Is that your final answer?" She whimpered softly, as he continued to increase the intensity of the vibrations. The butt plug was now circling with increasing intensity. Wave upon wave of pleasure started to build, until finally she could hold back no more. Her eyes squeezed shut and her arms and legs strained against their bindings. Her chest heaved forward, threatening to burst the seams of her dress. "Yes!" she said loudly, as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. Jenny could hear the roar of the audience in her ears, but she was beyond caring about whether the answer was correct or not. The intense waves of pleasure slowly subsided as the host continued scaling back on the controls, until they clicked off. "I'm very sorry Jenny, but that is not the correct answer." We will have to proceed to the penalty stage of the competition, but folks, didn't she do a great job?" To Be Continued... Jenny Wants to be a Millionaire Ch. 7 Jenny jumped as the tape was pulled free and the vibrator was removed, then the egg. She saw the girls approaching the stage carrying a high legged bar stool with a molded backrest. They set it down at the front of the stage, turned and walked over to her chair. Meanwhile Jenny gasped as the butt plug was slowly removed, ridge by ridge. The girls freed her arms and legs, and helped her get up from the chair. Jenny's legs were trembling, so they helped guide her forward by supporting her on either side. One of them whispered that her butt was showing, and she quickly reached back to hold her dress together. Hopefully, no one in the audience noticed her brief exposure! She had forgotten that the pervert under her chair had cut her dress open. She was directed to the front of the stage, and they helped her to climb up on the stool. This was an awkward maneuver for Jenny. She had to stand in front of the chair facing the audience, and then raise herself up backwards while holding the back of her dress together. Luckily the dress was loose around her hips, so there was plenty of material to hold on to. As she sat, she gathered the skirt under her butt, and then breathed a sigh of relief now that she was safely covered. The girls then brought her arms down to her sides, and before she realized what was happening, they snapped handcuffs around her wrists which were somehow attached to the back of the chair. Next they walked around to the front of the stool, and snapped together a seat belt. As they tightened the belt down, her hips were drawn back, causing her chest to thrust forward towards the audience. "I have to be honest with you Jenny", said the host. "This is the most popular part of our program." The audience went wild again. "You see, our audience pays a lot of money to see beautiful young women just like you put in embarrassing situations. For now though, you can relax. All I'm going to do is ask some easy questions, OK?" "I guess so, go ahead" she replied quietly. "To start with, how tall are you?" "I'm about five feet, 6 inches tall." "Very good, and your weight?" "Between 120 and 130 pounds." "You see, this isn't so bad! Now what is your bra size?" "38 D" Hoots and catcalls came up from the audience, and Jenny blushed brightly. "This is a bit of an odd question, but one we always ask. How long is your tongue?" "I, I have no idea, I've never measured my tongue! Why would you want to know something like that?" He turned around and held his arms up..."Gentlemen, do you want to know how long Jenny's tongue is or not!" YEEEEESSSS! The audience began clapping and chanting in unison, YES! YES! YES! He turned around and shrugged his shoulders. "They want to know, what can I say! Ladies, the ruler please!" One of the girls handed him a ruler and an odd looking device. "Now open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue as far as you can." Jenny did as he asked, but he shook his head and said, "You can do a lot better then that, let me help." With that, She felt a clamp close on her tongue and grip it tightly. The clamp had a string attached that he pulled down and attached to the front of her stool. This caused her tongue to hang out of her mouth like a dog, and her head to be tilted slightly down. Her Husband had always joked privately about how long her tongue was, and now this fact was on public display! "My, that certainly is an incredible tongue. You must find that quite handy at times!" The crowd roared their approval. "OOUUUUFFh, UUUUUFFF!" she tried to complain. "I like to call this our dentist's chair, Jenny. It came to me one day when I was sitting in a dentists chair with one of those silly paper bibs clipped around my neck." As he went on, one of the girls came up behind her and placed a thin white paper towel across her chest, which she clipped around her neck just as he described. "I was always amazed at just how much saliva they had to suck out of my mouth while they examined me. It seemed that the more I thought about it, the more I would salivate." He walked around behind her, then reached up under the paper towel and pulled her dress top down to her waist! "UUUUFFFF!" Jenny looked down in horror to see her out-thrust breasts barely covered by the little bib. "We're going to take a 15 minute break now folks, but Jenny will be here to entertain you!" he said to the studio. He whispered in her ear "Try not to think about your mouth watering!" and walked away. Jenny felt the saliva building in her mouth already, but with her head tilted down she couldn't swallow it! Eventually the drool started to spill out over her tongue and lip. She watched it run off and hang down in slimy streams, which swung down till they finally plopped onto the paper towel covering her breasts. The noise from the crowd had started to build, and Jenny started to struggle against the clamp holding her tongue. No matter how hard she pulled, it would not let go. What did happen was larger amounts of goo escaped her mouth as she struggled. It seemed like the more saliva escaped, the more her mouth watered! As the towel started to get soaked, it turned transparent and stuck closely to her breasts. The towel was starting to rip apart where it spanned her cleavage, and within minutes, she started whimpering as only scraps of soaked transparent toweling remained covering her chest! Her nipples were on prominent display, and trailers of saliva were starting to hang off the bottom of her breasts. Jenny squeezed her eyes shut as she saw flashbulbs starting to pop in the audience. To Be Continued... Jenny Wants to be a Millionaire Ch. 8 "Well Jenny, you are quite a site!" The host had returned, and was now giving her a good inspection. Most of the bib had dripped off her breasts, and her whole chest was glistening under the lights. Her nipples were fully erect, and streams of saliva were slowly dripping down onto her lap. "I think it's time we removed the clamp from your tongue, and got you cleaned up!" (Many groans of disappointment erupted from the audience). Much to her relief, the girls now approached and released her from the clamp. Even though it had gripped her securely, it was wide enough not to pinch and make her sore. She had been struggling against it for so long though, it was a great relief to be able to relax her muscles and close her mouth. They started to wipe off her chest with small hand towels. They stood carefully to her side, so that the audience could follow the action. When they had her dry, one of them started to spray her off with a bottle of soapy water, which her partner started to rub in with her bare hands, till suds covered her. Then she was rinsed off with another bottle of clear water, and toweled dry. "You look much more comfortable now. How did everyone enjoy her little show?" he shouted out to the audience. A standing ovation began, which didn't let up till the host motioned everyone down with his hands. Jenny was very uncomfortable, since her breasts continued to be on prominent display. The girls now brought up two large glass bowls and set them on a table that they placed next to her chair. One was empty, and the other was full of large multi-colored rubber bands. "I would like to take a few moments to discuss a subject that is close to my heart" said the host, as he took a stool next to Jenny. "I do a lot of fund raising and volunteer work for the Children's Hospital here downtown. Jenny, won't you join me in encouraging every person today to contribute and help sponsor the kids who need our help?" Jenny tried to speak, but her voice was gone with all the recent surprises! She could only nod her head enthusiastically, which focused attention briefly on her breasts, which also bobbed up and down! "Jenny, you truly are a special girl! For every twenty dollar donation made today, you will receive one of these genuine Studio X rubber bands." He held up the bowl and paused, but the studio had gone quite, with nobody coming forward to take him up on his offer. "Maybe you don't fully appreciate my offer. Let me demonstrate." He reached into his back pocket and drew out his wallet, and made a dramatic show of pulling out a twenty-dollar bill. He dropped it into the empty bowl, and picked up a rubber band. Wrapping the band around his hands, he grasped Jenny's left breast, and proceeded to work the band up until it was tightly wrapped around the base of her breast! It seemed to take a lot of pressing and squeezing to get the band placed just right. As his hands left her breast, he gave her nipple a gentle tweak. As they say, the look alone on Jenny's stunned face was worth the price of admission! "Oh No!" thought Jenny, as she saw a line of men start forming in front of the stage. One by one they came up, each placing a donation in the collection bowl, and then placing a band on the breast of their choice. Some were rather shy, but most were taking advantage of the situation and squeezing, pulling, pinching and some even kissing and sucking on her breasts! After a while, they began looking like grapefruits sticking out from her chest, and turned vibrant shade of red. The line finally ended, and the host raised his hands in the air. "You people are truly wonderful! Look at all the money we have raised for the Hospital! Give yourselves a big hand." More flashbulbs sparkled, as Jenny looked out at the cheering crowd. Her breast's felt huge, heavy and close to bursting! "At this time if anyone would like a souvenir from the show, please come up and take one of these rubber bands!" As he said this he was patting the bottom of Jenny's breast, making it bounce up and down in a captivating motion. Once again a line formed, as Jenny sat whimpering in the chair. If anything, it seemed that more attention was being placed on her breasts this time around. The bands were slowly removed, one at a time. Once they were finally gone, another celebration began in the studio. The girls finally came back up to her chair. They poured a large amount of a soothing, creamy liquid all over her breasts, and then proceeded to massage it in. They were again careful to make sure everyone had a good view. Even though Jenny was still horrified by her situation, she had to admit that the lotion felt great. When they finished, they pulled her dress back up, partially covering her now swollen breasts. To Be Continued... Jenny Wants to be a Millionaire Ch. 9 I've had several requests to continue this series, so I humbly offer my latest contribution to Jenny's unfortunate plights. I hope you enjoy, and feedback is always warmly received! - Capstick * * * * * The announcement came in an official looking manila envelope delivered by FEDEX. It was addressed to her attention, signature required, return receipt requested. Puzzled, she opened the envelope, and started to read the cover page. "Jenny, we again would like to take this moment to thank you for your participation in our charity game show last month. For your information, a donation in your name was made to the Children's Hospital downtown in the amount of twenty thousand dollars. We have included a letter of thanks from the Hospital Director of Operations, Ms. Lynn Frank." Jenny's face colored at the memory of the humiliation she had undergone only a few short weeks ago. She appreciated the thanks, but would have preferred to put the whole sordid experience behind her. "You will be pleased to know that due of the success of your show, and continued demand for the video production of the event, we at Studio X have decided to continue our involvement with this charity. We have also included a check in the amount of five thousand dollars, as a token of appreciation for your large contribution to the success of this enterprise. We hope that you will appreciate this gesture, as we were not contractually obliged to provide you with any remuneration." Jenny flipped back to the third page, and sure enough, there was a check made out to her from Studio X for that amount, in her name! She couldn't help but feel a little impressed at the gesture, and she returned to the cover letter. "The next charity event being staged will be a precursor to the annual professional bicycle road race held every Fourth of July downtown. A large group of local celebrities and sports figures have agreed to participate in the race. It will be a short, five-mile course through the streets of the city, which will be closed off for the professional race starting later in the day. It should be a fun event for everyone involved, including you!" Jenny began to shake her head. "No way am I getting involved with them again!" she thought to herself. She continued to read: "We hope that you are as excited by this opportunity at exposure as we are! There will be lots of TV coverage. All the local new departments will have crews throughout the course. We plan on having a mobile camera following just your progress. By the way, in case you still harbor some reluctance to participate with us, I have included a copy of your signed contract. I have highlighted the effective dates of the agreement, which you may notice are for a period of one year! Perhaps you may wish to review this document with a professional, before you make any rash decisions! In any case, you are going to have a great time. We will be supplying your racing bike and uniform." The letter went on to provide all the details, directions, and times for the event. Dejectedly, she finished reading and contemplated her plight. She just didn't see any way out of her situation except to go ahead with it. She showed her husband the letter after dinner that evening, but he was no help! He was excited about it! Immediately, he started to debate about where he should watch her during the race. Jenny became a common site to her neighbors for the next month, flying up and down the streets on her old ten-speed. She figured that if she had to participate, at least she was not going to embarrass herself. She was proud of the shape she was in to begin with, but the extra training was sure helping out. Looking in the mirror, she could see and feel the difference the training was making to her thighs and ass. She had worked herself up to a brisk six miles per day, so the five-mile race tomorrow should be a breeze! The Fourth of July dawned bright and balmy. Jenny rose early, and had a high carb.breakfast to help prepare for the race. She spent an hour stretching, took a quick shower, and dressed in shorts and a polo shirt. She rode with her husband downtown, and in no time found herself at the start point of the race. There was a buzz in the air. TV vans were parked along one side of the street, with their satellite dishes pointing up in the air. The contestant's vehicles were parked on the other side. Jenny pointed out one celebrity after another wandering around, all dressed in colorful spandex outfits. It was a gay atmosphere, with lots of warm greetings and smiles from everyone. She usually found this to be true amongst volunteer groups, which is why she enjoyed participating so much. Her husband dropped her off with a kiss goodbye, and drove off in search of a lot. The streets of the course were all barricaded off, and Jenny noticed that people were starting to mill around behind the barriers further down, staking their claims to prime positions for the race to be held later on. She heard her name called out, and saw one of the female assistants from the game show waving her over to a shiny black panel van, with the Studio's name printed in bold script across the door. She trotted over to the van, and was greeted by the girl with a big hug. She seemed genuinely pleased to see her. She introduced herself as Tina. They stepped together into the side door of the van, and Tina pulled the door shut behind them. "I've got your race clothes here. Let's get you changed now." Jenny turned her back to the girl, and pulled the polo shirt over her head, draping it carefully over one of the front seats. As she started to unbutton her shorts, she felt Tina unhooking her sturdy bra. Seeing Jenny's head snap around, she quickly said, "No one wears underwear under these things. They're way too tight! You'd look silly, trust me!" Jenny shrugged her shoulders forward, allowing the bra to fall away from her heavy breasts. She draped it over the shirt, and continued removing her shorts. Tina handed her a shiny black bodysuit. It was a mere slip of material! Jenny hooked her fingers under her white cotton panties, and slipped them off, adding them to the pile of her discarded clothing. The bodysuit was fastened with a zipper up the front, so she pulled it down and stepped into the suit, drawing it up over her shapely hips. There was only a tiny string of material running down between her legs, and up between the round globes of her butt! Noticing her distress, Tina gave a chuckle from behind. "Don't worry Jenny! I wouldn't make you go out in just that suit! We have a pair of regular bike shorts for you to put on. Now hurry up and get dressed!" She certainly thought to herself that it was a shame though, because she had one outstanding ass! Jenny stretched the material up her torso, and drew the straps up over her arms. The thin string was drawn up tightly between her vulva, offering her no coverage at all! Her face colored as she felt her clitoris responding to the stimulation against her will. She grasped the tiny tongue of the zipper, which began at her bellybutton. It slid upwards smoothly, until reaching her pendulous breasts. Gathering the material above the zipper with her left hand, she carefully forced the zipper up with her right, till it reached the top. Looking down, she breathed a small sigh of relief. Though a considerable amount of cleavage was exposed, she was well enough covered to at least be somewhat respectable. The material was so tight over her breasts, that her normally prominent nipples were somewhat disguised. The straps of the suit were wide and sturdy, though the sides were cut to plunge down, exposing some of the swell of her abundant breasts out the sides. Studio X was again scripted across the front of the suit in white letters, but was now ridiculously distorted. Tina now handed her a pair of black lycra shorts. They hugged her curves tightly as she pulled them up over her hips. They were all one piece, with no snaps or ties at the waist (being so tight, none were needed!). They were certainly designed for a woman, as there was a small zipper running between the legs over her crotch, in case she needed to use the bathroom. They fit like a second skin. She was glad that when seated on the bike, at least all of her private mounds and folds would be hidden, because they were sure on view now! Next she slipped on some white cotton booties over her feet, and strapped on a pair of stiff black nylon racing shoes which Tina handed her. They fit perfectly, to her amazement. They must have kept all of her sizes from the show. When she stood up, the soles of the shoes felt strange, like something was stuck on the bottom. Tina handed her a black racing helmet to complete the outfit, and stepped out of the van. Jenny followed her lead down the street, weaving between all the other riders gathered around in their little groups. She blushed as she heard some "appreciative" comments directed her way as she hurried along under the bright sun. She plopped the helmet on her head, and folded her arms across her bosom as she bounced along behind Tina. They approached the staging area for the race, where all of the bikes were hung on individual stands all in a row. Jenny could feel her heart rate increasing as the actuality of the race drew nearer. They approached a dark haired man fiddling with one of the bikes. He looked around as they approached, and gave a big grin. Jenny immediately recognized Jim, the host of the game show! He gave her a warm peck on the cheek, as he grasped her hands in his. "It's so nice to see you again Jenny!" he said, grinning ear to ear. "Let's get you fitted on the bike!" He was dressed all in black, just like her. His shirt had the same logo across the front, and he was also wearing biker shorts. He swung the bike easily off the rack, and set it down in front of Her. An announcement called out that the race would be starting in twelve minutes. The other racers started to file towards their respective bikes all around. The bike had a very sleek appearance, shiny black to coordinate with her outfit. It was quite different from her bike at home. It had a man's style frame, with one of the new style split racing saddles. The handlebars were looped down in the front, no doubt to keep her streamlined. She swung her right leg up over the bar to straddle the bike, feeling the top bar of the frame barely brushing against her crotch. She leaned forward and grasped the handlebars. Jim grabbed hold of the bike by the seat post and handlebars to hold it steady. "Step up on the pedals Jenny. I'll hold the bike for you." She looked down, and raised her right foot onto the petal. Jim reached down and took hold of her foot, firmly twisting it down and forward. Jenny felt the shoe lock into some sort of mechanism. It was now firmly attached onto the petal. "These are called toe clips. All the racers use them. They allow you to use the power of your legs both on the up stroke as well as the down stroke" he said, as he helped guide her other foot into place. "This bike is an automatic, so you don't have to worry about shifting gears. "O.K., let's get that seat adjusted. Stand up on the petal with your knee slightly bent." She felt him flip a lever on the seat post, and he raised the seat up to press snugly between her legs. Jenny found this seat immediately more comfortable than hers at home as she settled down on it. Instead of her crotch grinding against stiff leather, her weight was directed outward, against the inside of her legs and the cheeks of her butt. Her crotch was free of pressure in the split of the seat. He snapped the lever back down, locking the seat firmly in place. Tina held out black gloves for Jenny to slip on. The palms were thick and cushioned, and the tops were an open mesh weave. The fingers were all cut off. She cinched them firmly in place, closing the wrists securely with velcro straps. Jenny again grasped the handlebars, and Tina tied another strap off underneath each hand, locking them to the grips. Meanwhile, Jim loosened the handlebar post with a ratchet, and lowered the bar, extending her upper torso forward and down, with her ass sticking proudly up in the air. Supporting her from both sides, Jim and Tina rolled her over towards the front of the pack at the starting line. There were maybe 20 other groups in all. She didn't notice any other women bikers, as they rolled up to the front. She did notice herself being checked out as she passed by though. "Welcome to the Children's Hospital celebrity challenge race two-thousand!" announced a local TV newscaster with a bullhorn, speaking from a podium next to the start-finish line. "I want to thank all the celebrity's for responding to our invitations. This is our biggest turn-out to date!" ZZZZZZippp! The color drained from Jenny's face as she felt the zipper of her racing shorts suddenly yanked open! The slick, tight material of the shorts gapped open, exposing her silky genitals to view from behind! "Today's course will follow the Main Street loop, turn around on Beaumont Street, and end back here at Freemont Park," the announcer continued. Jenny instinctively went to pull her hand back, but of course found them securely strapped to the front handlebars! She bent her elbow outwards, and peered back between her left arm and straining breasts. Horrified, she watched as Jim pulled a large, obscene looking dildo from a belly-bag at his waste. It was fluorescent pink in color, and shaped like the real thing, with a prominent crown, and thick veins snaking down to the base, from which he held it in his right hand! With his other hand he squeezed out a glob of thick, clear lube on top. He then stroked it back and forth, working the lube all over! Looking up and catching her eye, he gave her a sly wink. "Oh, no!" whispered Jenny, as she saw others around them following the action, with shocked expressions on their faces! She snapped her head back forward, staring straight ahead down the road. Her face burned, as she felt the inevitable slowly begin! "Racers, on your mark!" yelled the starter. Jim forced the head of the cock through the split in the seat, and she jerked forward as he forcefully inserted it deep within her vagina! She heard a snap as he locked the base of the cock into a special bracket affixed to the bottom of the saddle. "Get-set!..........GO!" Both Jim and Tina grabbed a cheek of Jenny's ass, and thrust her forward. Jenny lifted up off the seat, exposing half of the impaled phallus to the riders behind. She realized the situation, and seeing no other way out, settled back down carefully, with the tip of the crown now tickling her womb deep within. She started pedaling away furiously, surging ahead of the pack. She could feel the shaft flexing back and forth deep in her vagina, as her hips rocked side to side. She peeked behind as she went around the first corner and saw the pack catch right back up to her easily. They were obviously much stronger than she was, but no one was making an effort to pass! They kept trading positions closely behind, treating themselves to the spectacle! She slowed down, but they still hung back, enjoying her predicament. Not looking at the road ahead, she ran over a manhole cover, jarring her unexpectedly. Her heavy bosom heaved against the front of the bodysuit, causing the zipper mechanism to snap out of the teeth on the opposite side. She felt a draft suddenly pass between her breasts and glanced down, seeing the thin material suddenly gaping open. The tiny nylon zipper was no match against the weight of her heavy breast straining to burst free! She picked up the pace, now simply wanting to escape the nightmare as quickly as possible. Slowly, tooth by tooth, the zipper continued to open as her breasts swayed side to side. No one behind her could see the situation, but the crowd in front was being treated to quite a view! Suddenly the black Studio X van passed the group on her left and pulled out in front. Jenny moaned as she saw the back doors open, and a TV camera mounted on the inside tracked her progress! The rest of the race passed in a blur. Finally the van pulled over to the side of the road, allowing Jenny to see the finish line ahead, rapidly approaching. There was a large group of people all circled around, cheering her on. Her breasts were now swaying completely in and out of view, as the front of the suit was now fully unzipped. There was nothing she could do about it though, as she crossed the line to a huge cheer from the crowd. Jim and Tina jogged out to catch her, and she squeezed the brakes to come to a sudden stop. They wheeled her through the crowd that had gathered towards the podium. It then dawned on Jenny that she had won the damned race! She felt hands groping her as she passed through the thick knot of people, helpless to resist, since she was still strapped to the bike! They broke free of the gallery to an open area in front of the podium. There were several police officers holding the crowd back about ten feet of so from the front. She now faced a short flight of steps leading up to the raised platform, where the mayor and the Director of the Hospital were waiting to congratulate her on the victory! Jim reached down and began to break her shoes free from the petals, as Tina unstrapped her hands from the front bars. Wincing, she slowly pulled herself forward off the dildo, till it popped free, springing back into its former position, glistening in the late morning sunshine as it stood up proudly upright from the saddle! Jenny reached behind to her butt and grasped the tongue of the small zipper. Jim had pulled it up beyond the stops though, and she couldn't work it back down despite her struggles. She felt a breeze fall against her sweat dampened breasts, and quickly realized they were now bare in full view of the crowd and TV cameras! She gathered the sides of the thin material in her hands, and stretched it quickly back in place, clutching it together in her right hand. She waddled up the steps as carefully as possible, keeping her legs tightly together. Both the Mayor and Director embraced her, as cameras captured the moment for posterity. She looked down from the platform, only to see her husband, flanked by Jim and Tina, leading the applause in front of the stage. Her husband blew her a kiss. Needless to say, the networks are currently planning expanded coverage of all future celebrity charity events! We'll keep you posted.