Posted by Ay-Wun on October 07, 2006 at 21:50:09:
There were only four fabulously beautiful girls left on the tiers where there had been twenty. Their stunning faces had been injected with a botox like substance causing their faces to be capable only of beaming, alluring smiles for tweny-four hours, making them even more stunning. Their perfect nude bodies each had something different written, in large letters on their backs where John and the audience could not see.
Ten had dollar amounts ranging from one million dollars to zip. The other ten had sex or cannibal acts such as; Hand Job, Fuck Any Way, Guillotined And Grilled, Oven Roast Live. No girl knew what label she wore, and could only know what she was not by those she could see in front of her..
Off to one side, on a separate, spotlighted, high pedastal stood beautiful, strawberry blonde Marsha who loved John more than life itself. She had taken the risk of the big show, as had the others, for five shows to get half a million dollars, if she survived. She did it to get John out of the crushing debt, left to him as a legacy of his parent's long terminal illlnesses, so that they could marry.
John had no idea what her obligation was, but had been swiftly accepted as a contestant, after a friend, who watched the show, had told him and shown him a tape, of her one loss so far, giving a blow job to a gigantic prick, at least twelve inches long. This was to be her fifth show and final risk.
John had chosen Marsha as his first selection both because she wore his lucky number five on her lovely, toned belly, and because she was she, the only woman he could ever love.
All that now remained on the big board, where all those dollars and acts were listed, for he and the audience to see, were; One Million Dollars, Live Spit Roast, Live Oven Roast, Hung To Death Cooked Any Way, and ZIP. John was now on the horns of a dilemma as the shaven headed Emcee turned from talking on the phone and with a wide smirk on his face declared,
"The bank offers Five Hundred Thousand Dollars for your chosen, Number Five, the delectible Marsha to be their sex slave slut to be disposed of as meat, should they eventually choose! You can now walk out of here with a check for half a million dollars or choose what may be written on her lovely back, which you then must carry out.!"
He paused for dramatic effect, as the cameras panned from John's anguished face to that grinning Emcee, then to the beaming beauty on the spotlit pedastal, whose eyes shone with trusting love, then again to the bald Emcee who loudly queried,
"Meal Or No Meal? ! !"
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