2 comments/ 20525 views/ 8 favorites Dress Off 05: Arena of Embarrassment By: enf_cavalier Location: an island somewhere in the South Pacific. Tess took a couple of deep breathes, and refocused on the grey metal door in front of her. The door resolutely failed to react to her stare. Twitching her noise for a moment, she then did a couple of neck stretches that - on subsequent reflection - only achieved making herself even more acutely aware that she wasn't actually relaxing. Tess knew all the tricks for maintaining a clear mind, or at least she'd thought she did. Right now, however, there were a dozen or so different scenarios that she'd just spent far too long on imagining might wait beyond that door. And those scenarios weren't so much fading away, but spawning whole new concerns instead. The door continued to stand implacably in front of her, the complete absence of a door handle making it abundantly clear that the door would open when it felt like doing so, and not one moment earlier. Tess experimentally tried rotating her shoulders while keeping her arms by her side, as she'd seen on TV, and then just sighed and resigned herself to the interminable wait. The large monitor that hung down from the high ceiling over the doorway was as silent and black as the door was immovable and grey. It had to be said, Tess thought with slightly more irritation than probably befitted a special agent of her calibre, that what wasn't helping much was Bree's running commentary. In particular, her fellow agent's long running monologue on how Bree's current uniform accentuated the finest qualities of her derriere. "Seriously, Tess." Bree was currently murmuring, distractedly, "If anyone ever asks you if you've witnessed one of the seven wonders of the modern world." She paused a moment for emphasis as she slowly ran a hand up and down her backside. "Just tell them that you once saw Bree Carson in this outfit." Bree's attention had been on the single floor-to-ceiling mirror in the preparation room for the past fifteen minutes, and she was talking out loud more on the assumption that Tess was still in the room rather than from any serious attempt to drag her gaze away from the mirror and confirm that. Both Tess Trueheart and Bree Carson were dressed in matching blue outfits - a two piece affair that hugged the body and sported an identical blue utility belt. The leggings accentuated the women's form beautifully, even if there was nothing particularly outlandish in the design. The top itself gleamed, and even the relatively dull light in the preparation room reflected off the material to give the two agents a shimmering glow. Any observer who saw Tess or Bree in these outfits could have been excused for being heavily distracted by any number of salient features, however a particularly keen observer might also have noticed that the top had the unusual property of being secured at the back, via clasps rather than by any zip or buttons at the front. Bree turned around to face the mirror directly, and perched her hands on her hips. Soaking in the view for a moment, she then gracefully used both hands to trace a path from her inner thighs, up her stomach, over each breast, and then up and around her neck, so that her fingers interlocked behind her head. Finally, and with the same visible sense of satisfaction that an artist has when putting the last touch on their defining masterpiece, Bree pulled her shoulder-blades together and pushed her moderately proportioned, but wonderfully formed breasts to the fore. "You know I almost feel sorry for our fellow contestants." Bree continued, "Waiting in their rooms, out there somewhere, completely unaware that once those doors open up, these twins are going to gun. Them. Down." She playfully twisted her chest so that each breast swayed forward momentarily, and even without looking at Bree, Tess knew that Bree was mouthing "pow! pow!" at her own reflection. "Yes, yes." murmured Tess, "I'm so much happier in here, being told that in excruciating detail. I also found the three other times you've just said that to be particularly useful in removing any ambiguity as to your point." Bree grinned and finally turned away from the mirror, sauntering over to her partner. "Tess, so tense. What are you thinking about boss?" "Well." Tess replied quietly, "I'm most certainly not thinking about the fact that we still haven't heard from HQ. I'm quite deliberately not dwelling on the realisation that we don't know much about what's actually on the other side of that door. And I am absolutely not mulling over the issue that we have no backup plan if the encryption keys we're about to play for fall into the wrong hands." "Tess. You and me, we've got this covered." Bree draped a friendly arm around Tess's shoulders and theatrically waved her other hand in a wide arc in front of them both. "You're over thinking it. The world beyond that door is a simple enough place. If it's moving and it's not me, then strip it of whatever it's wearing." Bree took her arm off Tess's shoulder and gave Tess what was supposed to be a reassuring pat on the backside. "We don't need a backup plan. Stacey and Erin are generally fantastic at everything we throw at them, and for all his many, many faults, Mitchelson is not without talent either. Those three are more than capable of looking after themselves. They'll be fine. We've got you - the finest special agent in Decider Enterprises' history - and me - the empress of embarrassment. We're going to go out there, reduce the sum total of clothing worn by our competitors to zero, and then take as much time as we want finding those keys." "Yeah, I know." Tess looked at Bree and gave her a small smile, before returning back to staring at the door. "I guess I've just had a lot on my mind recently. Managing to get yourself captured by Harrington and her moronic band of idiots can dent a girl's confidence, I guess." Tess scrunched her nose up at the memory of Harrington's interrogation sessions, and was about to continue the conversation before she suddenly stopped, looked at Bree again and raised an eyebrow quizzically. "'Empress of Embarrassment'? Seriously?" Bree shrugged. "Eh. It'll do for now." Tess was about to smile and tease her partner some more when the monitor above the door suddenly kicked into life. Tess and Bree exchanged a wordless glance, and then they both subtly and subconsciously shifted their stance to one that suggested both were combat ready for all hell to be unleashed from behind the door. ******** [On an undisclosed webcast, from an unknown location.] "Eight women, one goal. Who will pick up the prize and be on their way, and who will be left out on display? We'll find out in just over fifteen minutes as our four lovely pairs do battle in the arena of embarrassment; the stadium of stripping; the battleground of babes. Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome. To Lesbian... Strip... HUMILIATION!" The video in the webcast had been flying through a massive, covered, multi-level arena, where a collection of large inflatable bunkers — seemingly little more that huge air bags — were dotted across the artificial terrain. The announcer's voice momentarily gave way to an excessively loud and generic theme music, and the video briefly switched to a rapid fire montage of eight beautiful women dressed in matching attire, differing only by colour. "My name for today is Alexander Harrison, and beside me in the commentator's box is my co-host Christopher Richardson. Chris, some exciting match ups today. Looking for a tight contest and some even tighter bodies." "Absolutely, Alex. Very excited to be here today. We couldn't have asked for a better line-up of high-flying hotties to kick off the very first edition of LSH. In Red Team today, we've got Akemi and Takara from the Land of the Rising Sun, and it'd be a brave man who'd bet against these jewels from Japan." The webcast momentarily settled on two Japanese women in red outfits, posing with calm and confident expressions on their faces as the camera quickly scanned over their bodies. "May be so Chris, but let's not look past Yellow Team, where our two stunners from South Africa are striving to strip their competition bare. Charlize and Thula told me personally that it's not enough for them to win, they want their fellow contestants to utterly lose everything too." The webcast moved on from Akemi and Takara and two gorgeous women dressed entirely in yellow, one white and one black, graced the screen. The blonde-haired white woman nodded her head grimly at the camera, while the raven-haired black woman pushed her left fist into the open palm of her right hand at chest height, her muscles noticeably flexing under her tight red top. "My kind of contestants, Alex. Let's not forget Blue Team though, and I'm reliably informed that Tess and Bree are no strangers to getting women naked. These amazons from the Americas seem ready for anything, and Bree tells me that she can strip anyone of anything with surgical precision." The webcast switched over to the profile videos of Tess Trueheart and Bree Carson, dressed in their blue outfits and generally giving off the aura of Goddesses. Tess looked calm and serene in her pre-game pose, barely acknowledging the presence of the camera in front of her. In comparison, Bree winked conspiratorially at the audience and then bit her lip in a manner that was guaranteed to raise the blood pressure of quite a large percentage of the watching masses. One of the commentators audibly cleared their throat after a few seconds of silence. "Yes, well, I'm certainly looking forward to following the exploits of those two later on Chris. It'll almost be a shame for them to win, if you get my meaning." "I certainly do Alex, I certainly do. And one team that wants more than anything to grant your wish is our final team - Green Team!" "Boy, do they ever, Chris. Adding even more spice to this contest is the personal rivalry between our Blue and Green Teams. Also representing the United States of America, a woman who has no problem calling herself the Queen of Humiliation, and a woman whose said her sole mission is to leave Bree's bare posterior on camera for posterity. Clad in green, they're mad and they're mean, they are... Elizabeth and Monica!" The webcast finally moved on to the last team, and broadcast throughout the world were the faces of none other than Elizabeth Harrington and Monica Fairchild. Harrington's face was a mask of cruel beauty, and even in her forties the sworn enemy of Decider Enterprises was an imposing figure. Beside her, Bree's ex-partner and latest recruit to Harrington's crusade was standing impassively, with perhaps just the faintest trace of nervousness dancing across her eyes as the porcelain skin of the auburn-haired stunner otherwise betrayed no outward emotion. The camera lingered on them for a short while, letting the audience drink in the beauty radiating from the two contrasting women, before the commentators once again cut in. "For the benefit of those who may have skipped over the rule book and went straight to the player photos, the regulations are really very simple. We're about to unleash these four teams of lovely ladies into our arena below, and they'll have their eye on one single prize: a box, somewhere, lost in there, with a simple piece of paper inside. Not much, you ask? Well let me assure you that each and every one of the eight women taking part today are willing to risk everything for that simple prize." "That's right Alex. The game goes on until one pair has the prize, but don't worry - they won't just be hunting for paper. Want to make sure you've got all the time you need to find that small little box? Well, how about making sure that the other teams are ever-so-slightly inconvenienced by being handcuffed to the Pillar of Purgatory!" The webcast suddenly zoomed in on a massive pillar positioned at the exact centre of the arena, where the three floors to the arena gave way to a large open space that reached up from the ground floor all the way to the arena's roof. The pillar was hexagonal, and two pairs of handcuffs were bolted on to each of the six sides, one pair only a few centimetres off the ground, and the other pair at just over two metres. "You've got it Chris. The contestants are all wearing light sensitive sensors on their nipples and nether-regions. While their clothing remains on, those sensors remain quiet. However, should both team members be completely stripped of their clothing, then the sensors will trigger, and the team will have ten minutes to get to the Palace of Penance. There they will find all the equipment they need to convince their audience that their team deserves one last chance to remain in the game. Otherwise, that team will be disqualified and will take their rightful place on the Pillar of Purgatory! Sadly, I suspect our audience are going to be difficult to convince, so our teams will have to put on quite a show!" "Looking forward to it Alex. We're now only a few minutes away from Lesbian Strip Humiliation, so settle in folks, and get ready... for the show of the century!" ******** The monitor in the preparation room went dark again, although to Tess and Bree, the residual images of Harrington and Monica seemed burnt into the screen. Tess looked sideways at Bree, who'd been silent for the entire webcast, and who for once seemed temporarily lost in thought about something other than how she looked in their blue team outfit. "Bree. You up for taking on Monica?" Bree didn't take her attention off the now dead monitor as she simply replied. "Absolutely." Tess nodded. Unspoken was the acknowledgement that this was the first time Bree had seen Monica for two weeks. Two weeks, Tess reflected. It seemed longer than that since Stacey, Erin, Bree and Monica had launched a daring raid to rescue her from the clutches of Harrington's organisation. Two weeks since Monica's apparent betrayal had landed Decider Enterprises an invaluable mole close to Harrington's operations. Bree played the "bubbly, sexy, vapid airhead" role well, but Tess knew Bree would have been struggling inside knowing that her own partner was in constant danger of discovery. "So," Tess enquired after a few moments, "You reckon you can strip Monica when we come up against her." "I'll strip her so quickly she'll doubt she'd ever been clothed in the first place." Bree replied, flatly. "Right." said Tess. She knew there was no point pushing this further. On the one hand Tess looked at Bree and could list any number of differences. On the other hand, they both shared one unique characteristic beyond just being agents masquerading as blonde babes. They were the only two women to join Decider Enterprises having won a game of Dress Off, or in Tess's case, a far crueler Dress Off variant of Harrington's devising. In an organisation of highly intelligent, multi-talented women, born-anew from the crucible of embarrassment that is losing Dress Off, both Tess and Bree had shown their opponent a rare mercy. As such, both they and their respective opponents had ultimately joined Decider Enterprises, and Tess only had to reflect on her own connection and relationship with Sonya to know that Bree would be in a world of hurt at the danger Monica was in. "Okay then." Tess continued, finally, "Personally I might take my time extracting Harrington from her clothing. Might as well savour life's little joys..." Bree sighed, and looked over at Tess, before her seemingly troubled expression reverted back to a sexy smile. Silently, almost at this signal, the door in front of them slid open, and the bright lights from the arena bathed the two gorgeous blondes. "Come on Tess. There are six women out there who are overly attached to their clothing, and it's time we helped them break that crippling emotional dependency." "Yes." replied Tess, "And the small matter of the encryption keys..." ******** Tess walked down yet another corridor on the ground floor of the arena. They'd only been inside for ten minutes, and already Tess was realising that the arena was even larger than the webcast and the briefing had made it seem. A huge maze of corridors and rooms across three floors hugged the outer walls of the arena, and surrounded a large open area at the centre that was dotted with obstacles. Most of the rooms were empty, and one sterile white corridor looked much like any other. However, occasionally, a room would have a single box resting in the middle. Tess knew that one such box was out there that held the ultimate prize. However in the short term she'd had to satisfy herself with acquiring a slingshot and some small plastic balls filled with an unknown liquid. The organisers had promised that the boxes would also contain useful trinkets and items that they could use on each other, and Tess already had a few suspicions on what the liquid would do. The corridor she was in seemed to be a long, main arterial corridor that ran parallel to, and for the length of, one of the arena walls. The corridor was broken up with occasional sliding doors that activated whenever someone approached, so that you couldn't see down the entire length of the corridor from any one vantage point. One side of the corridor had a long transparent window at waist height, and looked out on to the open arena core. Coming off the other side of the main corridor were a few smaller side-corridors that subsequently branched off into a system of narrow corridors, access ways and rooms. At the exact middle of the main corridor was an entrance to the central arena area, and Tess was making her way back to their starting location after a brief reconnoitre to the arena core. Tess stopped in front of the next sliding door, at the furthest range of the sensors, and waited for the door to open. As the door slid away, Tess saw another empty stretch of corridor beyond, and stepped through the door. She briefly scanned the area, and then continued on her way, the door sliding shut behind her. The stretch of corridor Tess had been in was quiet again. Even the movement of the cameras scattered around the arena made no noticeable noise. The very first sign that Tess had been far from alone in that corridor was not audible, but rather visual, as a flicker of movement out of a darker side-corridor that betrayed the presence of two red-clad women. Akemi was the first to emerge, and quickly checked down both directions of the well-lit main corridor, before making her way down towards the doorway Tess had gone through, with the practiced stealth of a master thief. Akemi stopped just prior to where she knew the door would pick up her presence, and with a hand gesture indicated for Takara to follow her. As the two contestants exchanged a few glances and mouthed expressions, Akemi moved her left foot slightly forward and triggered the door opening. The door slid open again, silently, and Akemi and Takara pressed themselves up against the sides of the corridor so that their bodies were mostly hidden by the frame of the doorway. Even so, they knew that if Tess noticed the door was opening behind her, that she'd realise there had to be a reason. As Akemi stole a lighting look around the door frame, she could see Tess obliviously moving on through the next doorway further along the corridor. The two Japanese beauties moved on into the corridor segment that Tess had just vacated, and ran with a speed and grace that spoke volumes of their chosen profession. As they arrived at the next door, they repeated the same recipe of action as before, and pressed their supple bodies into the small hiding places afforded by the door frames. This time it was Takara who stole a glance around the door to see where Tess was, and she quickly signalled to her partner that she'd just seen Tess turn into a side-corridor about half way down. Akemi flashed back her acknowledgement, and the two efficiently made their way through the door and down to where the side-corridor branched off, once again without making any sound at all. The side-corridors were only dimly lit compared to the main corridors, and Akemi and Takara heard Tess' footsteps receding into the distance before their eyes adjusted and they saw their prey's back disappearing around a corner. The two women exchanged one last glance to confirm their plan, and then followed Tess down the corridor, making sure that only one went around a corner before signalling for the other to follow. Dress Off 05: Arena of Embarrassment It was on their third corner that Takara edged her way around to find herself facing Tess, who had her arms crossed some four metres down a longer expanse of corridor. "Takara, I assume." Tess said, drily, "Tess." Takara replied. "You choose the easy way or the hard way. Either way, you end up naked." Takara's tone was matter of fact, and she signalled for Akemi to join her. Akemi stared at her suspiciously. "Where is Bree?" Tess laughed. "Well, she was more interested in taking on Monica than finding the keys, so she's undoubtedly amusing herself with taking out Green Team." "No matter." Akemi replied, and extracted a small device that was hooked on to the back of her red utility belt. "In your culture, red means a warning or danger. For us, taser says the same thing." Akemi pointed the taser at Tess and smiled. "So no misunderstanding here then. You can strip yourself where you stand, or we can strip you ourselves." Takara nodded at the taser her partner was carrying, and matched Akemi's smile. "You won't enjoy us stripping you." Tess's attention centred on the taser being pointed at her, and seemed to momentarily lose her calm confidence. "Easy ladies." Tess replied, "No need for that. Have you considered that maybe we might work better as a group against the others? No need to take each other out just yet." Akemi gave a light laugh, and Takara cocked her head to one side. "Really Tess? No, what do you people say? 'Three's a crowd'". Tess sighed, and slowly raised her hands over her head. "Well, if that's the way you want it..." Tess kept one hand in plain view in front of her face, as she indicated that she was going to undo the back clasps on her top with her other hand. Takara and Akemi impatiently indicated for Tess to hurry up, Akemi in particular seemingly half-expecting Bree to come from behind at any point. Tess let a look of defeat cross her face as she reached behind her to remove the first item of clothing. Momentarily, she seemed to struggle to reach the clasps, and took a small step to the left as she slightly over balanced. The viewers at home who would have been salivating at the chance to see a naked Tess Trueheart were suddenly treated instead to a flurry of movement. Triggered by Tess's slight movement to the left, a door to her side slid open to reveal another one of the many rooms scattered around the maze. At the precise moment as the door slid open, Tess smoothy brought her hand from behind her back and over her head, throwing the small object at Akemi and Takara that she had secreted in the back of her top. Simultaneously, Tess dove through the open door, while Akemi and Takara instinctively evaded the thrown object. Red Team launched into a string of colourful Japanese curses as they realised that Tess had thrown a simple torch at them. Without pausing, Akemi and Takara regained their pose and raced after Tess, both barrelling through the door into the room and swearing as they found themselves facing both Tess and Bree. The two blonde agents stood resolutely in the middle of the room, with Bree holding a simple box in one hand. Too late, Akemi and Takara realised that the door frame they were standing in overly constrained their ability to dodge. As Akemi went to take aim with her taser, Bree drew her throwing arm back and pitched a perfect fastball, sending the box straight into Takara's stomach, momentarily winding the ravishing Japanese thief who nonetheless instinctively held on to the catch. Whoever was watching online might have noticed the single moment where everything seemed frozen in time, as Takara stared in surprise at the box, and Akemi tried to figure out who to taser first. That moment was quickly shattered though, as the box in Takara's hands suddenly unleashed a fine-grained netting that completely engulfed the two Japanese women, sending them falling to the ground in confusion, and causing Akemi to fire the taser in a shocked, delayed reaction. If the netting was problem enough, the taser compounded the women's predicament many times over by sending an electroshock throughout the netting and completely incapacitating the Red Team. Akemi and Takara twitched on the ground from the aftershocks, and the effects of the taser seemed to last for several minutes, as Tess and Bree carefully peeled the netting back from their two prone opponents. Once the danger seemed to be over, Bree liberated the taser from Akemi and made sure that it had another charge in it, now training it on Takara as Tess set to work on Akemi's clothing. The seductive Japanese contestant was helpless to resist as Tess turned her on to her front, and broke the clasps that ran down the length of her top. Rolling Takara over on to her back again, Tess then proceeded to pull at the front of the top, causing the clothing to peel off Takara's body, and reveal a magnificent pair of breasts held back by a simple red bra. Tess paused to grudgingly admire her opponent for a moment, before flicking the front clasp that kept the two cups of the brassiere together, and ripping the material away. Unable to resist, all Takara could do was just lie there as her sensuous breasts were revealed for the benefit of the thousands of cameras dotted around the arena, and the two tiny sensors secured to her nipples were exposed to the light. "Just remember we gave you the option to team up on this one." Tess said, matter-of-factly, as she then proceeded to grab Takara's leggings and panties in one big bunch, and begin to work them down her legs. In a matter of seconds, Takara was fully naked, and any relief she may have had from the slowly fading after-effects of the taser were swamped by the embarrassment of her new state. Her flawless thighs met at an impeccably maintained bush of black pubic hair, and Tess wasn't in the mood to spare her opponent any embarrassment. Parting her legs, Tess moved her opponent's body into the room so that one of the more obvious cameras hanging from the ceiling now had an uninterrupted view of Takara's crotch. Takara groaned, as Tess finally helped the struggling agent to her feet, and indicated that Takara should wait at the back of the room. Defeated, the sullen Japanese beauty staggered over to the back wall and leaned against it to get some of her strength back. As she watched, Bree handed the taser to Tess and began to follow the same process on Akemi. In a matter of moments, Akemi's clothing was separated from her chest, and with her red bra hanging open from her shoulders, the world stood witness to the allure of her perky, perfectly formed bosom. As the taser effects wore off, she found herself with the leggings down around her ankles, and with Bree's hands grasping her panties on either side. As Bree escorted Akemi back to join her team mate, Bree guided Akemi's attention to the small sensor nestled in Takara's bush, and smiled warmly. "Have fun, ladies." Bree said, sweetly. In one fluid motion Bree pulled Akemi's panties down and stood back, revealing a completely shaved pussy. Red Team was finally, totally, and irreversibly exposed. Akemi and Takara looked at each other helplessly as the sensors - working together to betray their owners - noted the fact that they were both now completely naked, and began to flash a bright red alarm. Placed as they were over their nipples and pussy, the look was almost comical. "Give our regards to the Palace of Penance" Tess said, before both she and Bree turned on their heels, gathered up their beaten opponent's red clothing, and sauntered on out of the room. As the door slid shut after the two agents, Akemi and Takara looked at each other, embarrassment painted in a broad brush over both of their faces. As they both staggered away from the wall and towards the door, a voice emitting from their sensors breached the silence. "Red Team. We look forward to seeing you in the Palace of Penance in less than ten minutes. I'll be your guide as to how to get there from here. Rest assured though, we'll leave it up to your imaginations as to how you convince our audience to let you back into the game..." Takara gritted her teeth as Akemi flashed her a guilty look, and Red Team began their trek from one embarrassment to the next. ********** Blue Team looked up the stairwell and weighed up their options. The stairs started where the main corridor emerged into the central arena, and there was an identical stairwell on each of the other three sides of the main open area as well. From what they could make out, these stairwells were their only way up to the other two floors. "We haven't fully explored this floor yet." Bree said. "Yes." Tess replied, "However right now I don't much fancy the idea of walking through countless rooms and down dozens of corridors with two other teams ready to jump us. If we get up to third floor, we'll have the best possible view of the central area, and the main corridors have transparent walls, We might be able to see where the other two teams are, and be able to hatch a few surprises for them." "Three other teams." Bree responded, almost absent-mindedly. "What?" Tess said, still keeping her attention on the stairwell. "Three other teams. Akemi and Takara haven't been cuffed to the Pillar of Purgatory yet. Maybe they managed to convince our darling audience that they deserved another opportunity to lose their clothes." Bree waved a hand in the direction of the exact centre of the arena, where a tall pillar rose out of the ground and reached up all the way to the ceiling, and was impossible to miss even with large airbag bunkers blocking several lines of sight. "Maybe." Tess shrugged. "I'm not worrying about that right now. Let's get up there and see what there is to see." "Fine." Bree agreed, and took one last look around them. "Anyway, if the others had the same idea, may be can get this over and done with sooner rather than later." Bree and Tess entered the stairwell slowly, and then without warning broke into a run, taking several steps at a time. The stairwell was relatively open, so if there was anyone nearby at the top, Bree and Tess weren't exactly going to be able sneak up on them. As a result, it was rather anti-climatic when they reached the third floor without any sign of trouble at all. Tess and Bree surveyed the scene in front of them, and quickly ascertained that this corridor was much like the one they'd just left. "Someone must have cut these guys a good deal on sterile white walls." Bree murmured, as she looked up and down the corridor. There weren't any side-corridors in their particular section by the stairwell, so they had a pretty good line of sight on the only three ways an opposing team could try and sneak up on them. Tess indicated for Bree to keep an eye on each end of the corridor, so she backed up against the external wall and sat down. Like the corridor on the first floor, this one also had a window starting at waist height that ran the entire length of the corridor, and that looked out on to the central zone below. From here, Tess crouched down and peered over so that she could observe anyone who might move below, or on any of the three floors of the other three arterial corridors. Nothing moved. "Harrington could be nearing the prize now, you know." Bree said, after a few minutes of silent waiting. "No, she isn't." Tess said, trying to keep her eyes from focussing solely on one point, so that any movement anywhere would grab her attention. "You seem pretty certain of that." "I am." Tess replied, quietly. "Look at this place. It's huge. Some of the gear we've found isn't exactly cheap, and even if our hosts aren't the kind to be worried about financial profit, you can bet they didn't drag us all out here so we could run around in tight outfits and then stumble across some box by sheer random chance. We're here to take each other out, and to entertain. And that means our hosts are going to make damn sure we run into each other before the game ends." Bree thought about that for a moment, and had to concede Tess had a point. "So you think the key is even in here?" Tess shrugged. "The intelligence HQ received certainly suggests so. They may not have deployed it yet. May not even do so until there's only one team left. Either way, we've got to make sure we're the one team left..." Tess fell silent for a few minutes, and then threw a quick glance at Bree before continuing. "If we get a chance, I'm happy to take on Monica if you want a crack at Harrington." Bree just smiled. "The Director wouldn't have picked me as your partner if she thought this was going to be a problem. Don't worry about it, boss. Rumour around the agency is that I'm the local expert at getting into Monica's pants." Tess couldn't help herself from smiling back. "I take it you two are..." she stopped and reprimanded herself for forgetting that the cameras might be recording audio as well, "I take it you two were lovers?" Bree lazily looked down the opposite end of the corridor, facing away from Tess. "Yeah, we 'were'." As the doors at the end she was looking at steadfastly remained closed, she turned her head back to Tess. "You and the Director?" Now it was Tess' turn to look away. "In the early days. Before things got complicated." "Yeah, well, sometimes love is the best way to greatly simplify things." Tess reached over and squeezed Bree's shoulder after that last remark, and was about to comment on her fellow agent's philosophical streak when the much sought after movement out in the central arena finally transpired. Tess let out a low whistle, and tapped Bree on the shoulder. "You're going to want to see this." Bree did one final check of the corridor, and then peered over the edge of the window. Any need to ask Tess where to look immediately vanished. Next to the Pillar of Purgatory, and facing the right-side wall as Tess and Bree looked on, a floor segment was sliding away to reveal a ramp from a hitherto unannounced basement level. The floor segment took 30 seconds to fully open, and for several seconds after that there was no sign of life or subsequent movement. Just as Bree was about to ask Tess what she thought of this new development, six heads appeared, as a small group made their way up the ramp and towards the Pillar of Purgatory. Even from this distance, it wasn't hard to make out the composition of the group. Four of the six figures were entirely dressed in black. Large, overtly muscular, and positioned so that the two other figures in the middle of the group had no avenue of escape. Those other two figures were also immediately recognisable. Naked, black hair cascading over their shoulders, and with their hands tied behind their backs, the unmistakable forms of Akemi and Takara made their way back into the arena. The four guards marched Akemi and Takara over to the Pillars or Purgatory at a slow yet methodical pace. The Pillar was hexagonal, and Akemi and Takara were taken to neighbouring sides, where the naked Japanese women were first released from their current restraints. With almost theatrical ceremony, the guards then proceeded to back each woman up against a wall, and shackle their feet to the ground. Finally, and with an almost out-of-place tenderness, each guard raised one of the women's arms up to the overhead shackles, and made sure that Akemi and Takara were completely secure. Seemingly happy that Red Team would be spending the rest of the games attached to the Pillar of Purgatory, with no means of escaping, the four guards then silently backed away, and made their way down the ramp without any other outward sign of communication. As the last guard disappeared from sight, the floor segment began to slide back again, and within less than a minute the unobservant would be hard pressed to say even where the ramp had been. Tess and Bree looked out on their now ex-opponents from a safe distance. Akemi and Takara were in a spread-eagle position, their restraints ensuring they couldn't fully close their legs, and their arms were completely unable to cover their breasts. Neither looked overly happy about the current arrangement. "And then there were three." Bree whispered. Tess didn't reply for a moment, but then suddenly replied. "Well there's one thing Takara said that I agree with her on. 'Three's a crowd'." Bree glanced enquiringly at Tess, and then belatedly realised that Tess was no longer looking at the two Japanese women. Instead, Tess was now focussing with laser-like intensity on the left-hand side wall, where Bree now spotted the unmistakeable auburn hair of Monica Fairchild, at the base of the window, halfway along the third floor. Two corridor segments along from Monica, moving steadily towards her, and making no attempt to hide the fact, were Charlize and Thula of Yellow Team. ****** Charlize and Thula stopped dead in their tracks as the door slid open in front of them. Further down the corridor, and seemingly unaware of their presence, Monica was peering through the window at the arena below. Thula nodded at Charlize, and the two flattened themselves against the far wall of the corridor. Edging their way along, Charlize pointed at the stairwell between them and Monica, and exchanged a few quick hand gestures. It was pretty clear that the other member of Green Team was waiting in there to ambush them, and Thula had just the gadget to turn that around. Closing the distance even more, Thula counted down from five with her fingers. Mouthing the last few numbers, Thula and Charlize shared one last glance, and pounced. Thula threw two tiny metal blocks on to the sides of the stairwell wall. The blocks stuck to the walls with magnets, and now that they were separated, generated a barely-visible electromagnetic field that spanned the stairwell entrance. Thula waited triumphantly for the other Green Team member to emerge. Once they made it through the field, they'd be too disorientated to stand a chance against a fully prepared Thula. Simultaneously, Charlize made a move for Monica, who glanced up in surprise and let out an involuntary shriek. Not even bothering at the pretence at a fight, Monica immediately sprinted down the corridor with Charlize in hot pursuit. Thula waited for several seconds at the top of the stairwell, before an uneasy sense that things weren't going as expected began to gnaw away at her. Glancing down the corridor at her team mate, she realised too late that they'd now been separated, and yelled at Charlize to slow down as she herself set off in chase. Too late. Monica was almost at the next door in the corridor when she suddenly dove at the ground, covering her face in her hands, and triggering the door sensor as she did. The door slid open as Charlize got within touching distance of Monica, but the tall blonde South African then found to herself face to face instead with Harrington. Harrington wordlessly threw a small object at Charlize's feet and turned her own back. Unfortunately for Charlize, she instinctively looked at what had landed at her feet, and her world suddenly exploded in light. Stunned, the statuesque pale beauty staggered back, her sight temporarily lost. Behind her, Thula caught part of the blast too, and held up a protective arm far too late to be effective. Harrington turned back to the disorientated Charlize and calmly stepped forward. Grasping the front of her yellow top, Harrington then proceeded to pull with an unexpected strength. Charlize gasped in surprise as the clasps at her back held for scarcely a few seconds, before unceremoniously ripping apart. Harrington planted one foot in Charlize's upper thigh, and then simply tore the top away from her defenceless foe, using her own body as leverage. That wasn't the end of Charlize's problems though. From her position by her feet, Monica spun around and grabbed Charlize's leggings and panties, and dragged them as far down as she could, before Charlize was able to regather her wits and consider any kind of counter-attack. Reaching her knees, Monica left Charlize's panties bunched up just above her kneecaps, further restricting her movement. Pushing herself away, Monica retreated behind Harrington as the senior member of Green Team casually deflected an attempted punch, and reached in for the bra clasp. Flicking it with one finger, the bra smoothly separated, and another attempted punch by Charlize twisted her chest in just the right way for her right breast to pop out. Dress Off 05: Arena of Embarrassment Realising the true depth of her predicament, Charlize decided to cut her loses and turned to run for it. Harrington grabbed her leggings as she started to stagger away, and Charlize fell to the ground. With her senses finally returning, Charlize saw her one hope was to make it back to Thula. With a ferocity born from desperation, she simply kicked her way out of her leggings and panties, made it to her feet, and hot-footed it back to her partner. Harrington and Monica moved to follow, before Thula - now fully recovered herself - made a threatening gesture with what looked like a small pen. Monica looked questioningly at Harrington, who only smiled coldly in return, and indicated that their job here was done for the moment. Harrington looked at the dark-skinned goddess, and tried to size her up. The woman was clearly a natural fighter, and Harrington was of the opinion that there was no point doing all of Carson and Trueheart's work for them. Behind her, the nearly-naked Charlize tried to hold her bra together with one hand, while placing another discretely between her legs. Her face was a mix of anger, humiliation, and shock. "Don't worry Charlize," Harrington mocked, "No one will doubt you're a natural blonde any more." Charlize scowled at Harrington, and seemed to struggle to hold back the urge to attack, before remembering the extreme vulnerability of her current attire. Thula, on the other hand, noted that the odds weren't exactly in their favour, and pushed back into Charlize, showing her that it was time to back up and back off. "Move it Charlize, we'll meet these ladies again." "Yes Charlize," Harrington replied, "Any time you feel like waving those breasts at me, come on by." She waved the yellow leggings, panties and top that she was holding. "I'm missing the matching bra for my collection." As the door at the end of the corridor finally closed behind the slowly retreating figures of Thula and Charlize, Harrington tossed the torn clothing at Monica. "Yellow isn't my colour. Today, I feel like something in blue..." ****** "Looks like they had the same..." Bree started to say, before speakers suddenly erupted around the arena to rudely interrupt her. "Ladies! As you may now be aware, Red Team has been eliminated from the race for the grand prize. However, three teams remain, and we're feeling in a generous mood! As such, you'll find that a single box can be found near the Pillar of Purgatory. Sadly it isn't the grand prize itself, but I think the team that finds it first will find it very, very interesting..." The speakers fell dormant again, and the silence that followed was nearly deafening, as each team realised that the remaining teams were seconds away from a likely mad dash to the centre of the arena. Tess grabbed Bree's arm. "Yellow Team's half-naked and probably licking their wounds. Harrington and Monica are going to make a dash for the centre, they have to. We know what stairwell they'll be coming out of. They don't know where we are. This may be our one and only chance to ambush them. Come on!" Bree leapt up and followed Tess down the stairs, both of them hoping that Harrington would be too focussed on her immediate environment to worry about visually scanning the other sides of the arena. As Tess stole a last glance in Harrington's direction, she could tell that they still hadn't reached their stairwell. If they moved quickly, they could be out and into the arena before Harrington and Monica emerged, and then it would be all about using the air bunkers to grab whatever initiative they could get. *********** Harrington and Monica came out of the stairwell on the ground floor at full speed, and began to dodge between the air bunkers, making a direct line towards the Pillar of Purgatory. Surprisingly, Monica led the way, ten years the junior of Harrington and slightly faster for it. Harrington almost considered telling her underling to slow down, and the thought passed her mind that Monica wasn't exactly making an effort to remain unseen. Stealth didn't appear to be in her tool set. That said, Harrington couldn't argue with the sentiment that they needed to get to that damn box first, and if they ended up running into Trueheart and Carson, then she'd be delighted to give Red Team some company in the shape of those Blue Bitches. Monica and Harrington were half way to the Pillar and coming around one of the larger obstacles when Harrington got a sense of movement to her immediate right. Her mind processed the information instantaneously, and without bothering to look at whatever threat was coming her way, she dived behind a smaller nearby obstacle. She was immediately rewarded by feeling something flash past her ear. As she made sure that she was now completely under cover, she shouted at Monica to come back and help. Stealing a glance behind her, Harrington noticed a couple of small metal probes and wire sticking out of one of the large air bags littering the landscape. From a few obstacles over, Bree cursed her luck that she'd just missed with the taser. She wasn;t going to be able to reload, and was going to have to bluff if she had any hope of keeping Harrington pinned down. "That was a warning shot Harrington!" Bree shouted, "The next shot goes straight into your ass!" Admittedly none of that made sense, Bree reflected. However, hopefully it might soak up some precious few seconds with Harrington wondering why the hell she'd bother firing warning shots in this situation, and how exactly she planned to hit her backside from her current vantage point. Barely ten metres away, Harrington snorted to herself, and risked a quick look to where she guessed Carson was hiding. She spotted Bree a split second before Bree spotted her, and dove back behind cover as she also reached for one of her utility belt pouches. Reaching inside, she grabbed another flash bomb, and then peeked back around. Carson was still there, but Trueheart was staying hidden. She couldn't tell if Trueheart was behind the same obstacle, and that was... damn it! With the same instinct that had saved her a few seconds back, Harrington randomly chose a direction to her side, armed a flash bomb, and flung it in wild hope. She sprinted in the opposite direction, and hoped like hell she'd picked the right one. With a luck born from years of experience at being pursued, Harrington had managed to throw in the direction that Tess Trueheart was circling in from. The bomb, thrown as it was with such extreme haste, missed it's ultimate target and the light flash went off harmlessly behind Tess. However it served it's purpose of crucially distracting Tess just long enough for her own aimed slingshot to only smash into Harrington's arm rather than straight into her chest as originally intended. Harrington swore again, as liquid from the slung capsule leaked over her arm, and she dodged a few more times as she tried to buy herself some time. As she finally settled behind a large air bag, she surveyed the scene and tried to get a sense of where everyone was. A small movement to her left revealed Bree Carson edging her way forwards, while a sudden burst of footsteps announced the belated arrival of Monica Fairchild, returning to the fray with all the guile of a ridiculous rookie rhinoceros. Not for the first time, Harrington muttered to herself about the wisdom of her choice in partner, but Monica temporarily made up for it by throwing herself into Bree and wrestling her to the ground. Caught between the greater threat of Harrington, and Monica's somewhat unconventional attacking strategy, Bree had reacted too slowly and was now pinned down, with Monica sitting on top of her, fighting for control of her blue top. As Monica tried to grab hold of Bree's arms, she leaned in and seemed to accidentally kiss her opponent. "You'll pay for that bitch!" Bree yelled, managing to twist herself around so the two rolled over. As Bree came up on top, she forced her hands around Monica's back and started to yank at the clasps on the back of her green top. However, doing so meant that Bree's lips fell back on to Monica's, and the two continued to struggle. Pulling her hands apart, Bree triumphantly heard the clasps break. "I've been waiting to do this for weeks, traitor!" Bree shouted, experimenting with telling the truth in a round about way. At barely a whisper though, she added "Harrington know any more about what's going on?" Monica locked her legs around Bree's, and tried to roll back, but unfortunately only managed to work part of her top off. "If you think I was embarrassed going to that night club naked, it's nothing compared to how embarrassed you'll be after this!" However, she also whispered back "Nothing. She's as much in the dark as we are." She managed to finally escape from underneath Bree, and staggered to her feet. However her top was now completely undone at the back, and was half way down her arms. Realising that they would constrain her movement, she quickly ripped the rest of the top off, and faced Bree in her bra and leggings. Bree also leapt to her feet, and pressed the attack. Dodging an ineffectual kick from Monica, Bree neatly caught the flailing foot, and launched Monica backwards. Seeing her land awkwardly, Bree hesitated for a second, before the faintest of winks from Monica caused Bree to continue. Reaching down, Bree faked her own kick, causing Monica to roll over to avoid a blow. Bree grabbed Monica roughly by back of the bra. "Here, let me help you up!" Bree heaved Monica to her feet, solely by the bra, and was rewarded when the material didn't cope with supporting Monica's full weight. The bra clasp broke on front, and Monica only just retained her balance as her bra came away completely. Monica gasped as her boobs popped into view, and Bree spun her around so they were face to face. Had the careful observer been watching Bree's face rather than Monica's breasts at that point, they may have been puzzled by Bree seeming to mouth the single word "wow". Thankfully for Bree, the focus was solely on Monica's miraculous mammaries. Closing in, the women both went for the others leggings. "That all you've got, Monica?" taunted Bree. Whispering again, she followed up with "Harrington got anything special?" Monica was quickly proving to be an ineffectual fighter, as evidenced by how Bree was now managing to work her leggings down over her hips, while she'd barely made a dent on Bree's outfit. 
As Monica grunted in effort, she replied in a barely audible voice "Flash bombs mostly. We picked up some handcuffs and a torch as well." Bree pushed Monica away, and Monica took the opportunity to scamper for cover. Oddly, Bree chose against chasing her, and instead turned to go help Tess. Harrington didn't register this immediately. She'd long since switched away from bothering about Monica, and was casting an eye around for her arch-nemesis. As she did, she subconsciously noticed a wet feeling on her arm. Keeping her eyes out for Tess, she rubbed her left hand on her upper right arm, and grimly realised that whatever liquid she'd been hit with wasn't just water. Without even needing to look, Harrington could feel the clothing was disintegrating in the area where the liquid had splashed. Thankfully that was just her arm, but she didn't need to wonder what would happen if she got hit in more sensitive areas. Harrington narrowed her eyes and scanned the area in front of her, straining to detect any source of movement other than the wildly entangled bodies of Bree and Monica. She was rewarded after a few seconds with a flash of blue moving between two obstacles on her right. Harrington quickly changed position and reached for her last flash bomb. She waited, waited for that flash of blue again. To her left, she realised Bree was beginning to make her way around now as well, and she realised she'd have to time this perfectly to get out of the current predicament. When Tess eventually appeared on her right, the woman had her slingshot primed again. Harrington smiled grimly, and her sixth sense alerted Harrington to the fact that Bree was now directly behind her as well. "Well, look at me. Caught between Decider Enterprises' finest." "Give it up Harrington!" Tess ordered. "Well, you know what they say." Harrington practically purred, raising her hands up to show that she wasn't holding anything. "It's always darkest before the dawn..." Bree opened her mouth to say something, but then noticed a small object on the obstacle Harrington was standing next to. Harrington was facing Tess, and the small object was behind her head. As Bree went to shout a warning, Harrington finished her countdown, closed her eyes, and felt the light from the flash bomb bathe in her a sudden glow. She waited a full second before opening her eyes again, and gave a cold smile as she saw a disorientated Tess Trueheart standing now five metres away. Harrington sprinted forward, tackled Tess to the ground, and instantly went for the pouches in Tess' utility belt. Temporarily blinded, Tess struggled to fight back. She was just beginning to make out the blurred shape of Harrington again when the woman jumped away and did a 180 degree turn. Tess tried to shake off her blindness and stand up, but she couldn't figure out in which direction Harrington had gone, or why the woman had groped her all over without bothering to relieve her of any clothing. "Bree?!" she called out, desperately. Bree was having issues of her own. She'd barely closed her eyes in time to avoid total blindness, but she'd still been facing the blast when it had gone off. Even through her eyelids, her senses had been overwhelmed by the light, and as she finally came too, she was faced with Harrington running at full pace towards her. Bree instantly went into a fighting stance, and aimed a punch at where she hoped Harrington's head was. The older woman though, trained for years in the seedier side of the industry, neatly side-stepped the attempted blow and simply ran into the younger woman. They both went down on to the floor, and Bree immediately went for Harrington's unprotected back straps. Harrington had other ideas though, and pushed something on to Bree's boobs that left a wet sensation. Regaining her feet, the older woman then unhooked Tess's slingshot from her own utility belt, and smiled cruelly. "Open wide, Carson." she said, and swung the sling shot around a few times. As Bree sat up on her elbows, Harrington unleashed the slingshot with unnerving accuracy, and hit Bree directly in the groin. The young blonde agent grunted in shock. Seemingly satisfied, Harrington gave a cold, hard laugh. She gave each of the agents an evil wink, and then simply turned tail and ran off in the same general direction that Monica had earlier fled. "What the hell?!" Tess said, as she made her way over to the fuzzy blob she assumed was Bree. Tess shook her ahead again, and was relieved that she could now begin to also make out more of her surroundings. "Why'd she just up and run?!" Bree had almost regained her sight though, and was looking at Tess with a grim realisation of exactly what Harrington's game plan had been. "Ahh, Tess..." "Yeah?" Tess replied, having now regained enough of her senses to begin checking every direction for any sign of another attack. "Ahh... Tess." Bree slowly pointed at Tess's chest, and Tess glanced down to where she was pointing. "I think Harrington got quite a few of those slingshot balls you found..." "Well, fuck that." Tess swore. While still wearing 95% of her outfit, there were nonetheless perfectly formed holes around her breasts and groin. Through the holes, she could see three shiny blue sensors. Slowly looking over at Bree, she instinctively knew that her partner had suffered the same fate, even before she saw the sensors. Almost on cue, the sensors began to flash blue... *********** "Welcome ladies, to the Palace of Penance!". The voice continued to broadcast from the tiny devices that currently adorned Tess's breasts, as the ceiling closed behind them, locking them into a short, dimly lit corridor with a single wide door at the end. The remnants of their old uniforms had been left at the top of the ramp, and now the two agents only had the sensors for company. Bree and Tess looked at each other, both knowing all too well that their only option now was to press on and try to get back into the game. No matter what that required. Bree indicated with a small hand movement for Tess to lead the way, and the senior agent squared her shoulders, attempting to strike as much dignity as could be managed while simultaneously being practically naked and with a voice coming out of her nipples. Tess marched forward towards the door, which like every other door in this infernal arena slid open as the two nude blonde beauties approached. The dull glow of the corridor's overhead lights were immediately washed out by the far brighter white light emitting from a medium-sized, studio-like room. Bree and Tess stopped for a moment, and surveyed their new surroundings. If the architects of the main arena had favoured a slightly discrete approach to their placement of the ever-present cameras, then the interior designers for this room had obviously come from another school of thought. Four large camera rigs were positioned at the far end of the room from the door, and each seemed to be mounted on some kind of moveable platform. There was a distinct absence of camera operators though, so Bree and Tess were alone in one sense, even if they were most certainly not alone in any other sense. The room itself was reached by seven steps leading down from the doorway, and that meant that the ceiling was quite high for the size of the room, which Bree estimated at fifteen square metres. The ceiling would almost have given the room an airy feeling, if it wasn't for the fact that the room itself was littered with a variety of stands, frames, tables, chairs, and a single queen-sized bed, set in the exact middle of the room. The bed was an old four-poster affair, and Bree quickly noted that the four cameras at the end of the room actually had a fifth colleague. The fifth camera was fixed in the high ceiling, and it was no coincidence that it was placed directly over the bed. The left hand wall was relatively clear of clutter, and as Bree and Tess wordlessly took in the scene, a flickering light indicated that a projector set into the ceiling was beginning to fire into life. "They haven't spared any expense on the restraints and the gear." Bree whispered to Tess, doing a quick mental catalogue of the myriad of equipment that was scattered over the tables in the room. Handcuffs, ropes, bracelet and necklace chains, dildos, whips, nipple clamps, and a host of other oddities awaited the two bare babes of Blue Team. Tess simply took in a deep breath, and closed her eyes for a moment. Opening them again, she started down the stairs with a grace and poise at odds with flashing blue sensors that adorned her most private of parts. Bree followed closely behind, and as she reached the bottom step the Lesbian Strip Humiliation logo that the projector had placed on the left hand wall was suddenly replaced by the grinning faces of Alexander Harrison and Christopher Richardson. The two commentators immediately launched into a breathless preview of what was about to happen. "Alex, very excited by developments at this point. We've been treated to a great match-up so far, and right now Green Team and Yellow Team have got to be the odds-on favourites to take out the grant prize." "Absolutely, Chris. Although we've got two magnificent specimens of womanhood in the Palace of Penance right now who might have something to say about that. Let's go over to the Palace and join Tess and Bree live!"