Part 2

The game show’s musical theme began to blare out accompanied by the cheers of the crowd. Doug could see a camera moving along a rail on the ceiling zooming into the stage.

“Well well well! I suppose it’s time for our second challenge! And just in time, look who we have here!”

The camera, Doug, and Sinclair all turned to face the petite form of Soo, being led out on stage by the stagehand from before. She paled at the sudden attention, trying to cover herself up as best she could, but there was far too much to cover.

She was hot. Truly intoxicatingly so, the attention on her by all the men in the room, her husband, the host, and the crowd, was not just due to simple interest. It was pure unbridled lust. Every man in the room wanted to fuck her. Every one of them was greedily drinking in her womanly curves, every exposed patch of skin, a tide of men’s desires directed at the only woman for miles. And how could they not desire her, dressed as she was? Her collar still clamped tightly around her throat, a cute, sexy Oktoberfest outfit fit tightly around her body, deeply low cut and made to show off her breasts, the tight bodice cupping her supple mounds. The costume’s skirt hung from her hips, its hem barely travelling partway down her thigh, her every movement threatening to expose what was underneath. On her feet were clasped a pair of high heels, taller than any Doug had ever seen. They looked painful to wear and difficult to even walk in, every few steps Soo took caused her to stumble a little. It probably didn’t help that she was missing her glasses, the world around her likely hazy and blurred.

The crowd whooped and hollered, cheering at her entrance. They were growing bolder with their insults, their words causing Soo to hunch down even more, but Doug couldn’t really focus on what they were shouting. He had never seen his wife like this before. It was clearly hard for her to even stand there, Soo was so obviously uncomfortable and humiliated, yet he felt a bit of blood rush to his penis at the display in front of him, his little member growing in his pants despite his best efforts.

“Haha! There’s our girl! Doug you may be a charmer but I have a sneaking suspicion your wife is the crowd favorite!”

Doug’s face grew red as the crowd laughed. He couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

Sinclair gestured to the two of them. “Alright alright, gather ‘round you two ... now this next challenge is going to be a step up in difficulty...”

Soo was still trying to pull her skirt down, clearly aware of the eyes on her, but every time she did the top of her dress would be pulled down as well exposing more of her chest. “C-can I ... the dress is too small- I tried to tell them...”

Sinclair looked at her sympathetically. “The segment has already started, Soozy. The cameras are rolling, I’m sorry but we simply don’t have time for you to change again.”

She avoided his gaze in silence, her hands shaking a little. It’s clear she didn’t believe him.

“You really want us to turn the cameras off again and have everyone wait for you while you go try on clothes?” It was like Sinclair was talking to a kid. “You don’t think that’s a little entitled?”

He held up the microphone to Soo who was still passively trying to pull down the hem of her skirt, but got no response, her eyes still cast down.

“Well the rest of us are going to continue on with the segment, how about you think about that line of reasoning for a little while?” The crowd laughed at that.

“It’s just for the next challenge, you’ll be fine.” Doug told her, giving Sinclair an apologetic look. She was going to be dragging her feet this whole show wasn’t she? It’d be a miracle if they won any money at all.

Sinclair laughed. “That’s right! Besides, it looks like your husband is enjoying the view!”

He gestured down towards Doug’s crotch where his rapidly hardening penis was forming a small lump through his pants. This time it was Doug’s turn to blush in embarrassment, the crowd laughing when he tried to cover it with a hand as the camera zoomed in on his little erection.

“Ahhaha, alright that’s enough, guys!” Doug said awkwardly.

“I’m just kidding, I’m just kidding ... you really like seeing your wife in that outfit though don’t you?” Sinclair clapped him on the shoulder.

“Ah-uh well, a little bit I guess!” He must have said something right because his response elicited another wave of laughter from the crowd.

“Well it sounds like our audience enjoys seeing her in it even more! You wouldn’t mind turning her around for us, would you Doug?”

Doug’s mind went blank, a little panicked at being put on the spot. He laughed uncomfortably, fidgeting with his hands. “W-well I-”

“Just go ahead and spin her around, that’s it!” Sinclair gave him a bright television smile.

Doug dumbly complied, walking over to Soo who was standing shakily in her heels.

As soon as he was in front of her she started to whisper urgently, fear in her voice. “Doug I think we should leave- I don’t th-think they’re being honest with us-”

“God not this again.” He felt a spike of anger at her, partly caused by her constant nervousness and reluctance to participate, and partly by the insecurity he felt from the crowd’s laughter.

“I’m serious!” She whispered, practically begging him to listen to her. “You didn’t see but wh-when I was in the changing room they started t-touching me-” her hands subconsciously tried to cover her breasts, “and I tried to call for you but it was like they didn’t care- it was like they knew-”

“It’s a changing room and they were changing your clothes- why do you always make things into a problem? These people are professionals, just shut up and help me win some money for once.” Doug turned her around and held her there, causing her to stumble in her heels, her skirt riding up slightly in his hands.

She breathed in sharply and swallowed as cheers rang out through the theater, the audience’s a sneak peek below her skirt eliciting lust in every spectator.

Soo once again looking down at the floor falling silent. It was obvious though that something was wrong. It was as if her trust in him had finally been lost ... he didn’t know why, but he could tell things between the two of them, the way she saw him as a man, was forever broken by his words. He chose not to notice it, instead turning back to Sinclair. He’d fix whatever it was later.

“Oh my! Look at that little birdy there, she’s a sweet little thing isn’t she?” Sinclair played to the audience’s enthusiasm. “Pert and tight as a peach! Bet she’s as soft too, isn’t she?”

Doug laughed off his comments awkwardly as Sinclair flipped up Soo’s skirt playfully, causing her to scoot away. In his mind he imagined himself defending his wife, telling Sinclair off, saying that his comments were inappropriate and he needed to leave Soo alone ... but the moment passed without Doug speaking up or saying much of anything. All he managed were a few half hearted mumbles interspersed between nervous fake tittering. Hardly anyone even noticed his protests, which was probably for the best. It was all part of the show, he’d keep an eye on the theatrics and if it ever went too far he’d step in and say something for sure. Besides, he didn’t want to get on the wrong side of these people over nothing, if everyone’s happy then the show will go easier and they can win their money.

“Oh! She’s shy! Haha!” Sinclair backed off of Soo with a smile towards the camera, then settled down a bit. “Alright now you two, bring it in ... it’s time we talked about the next challenge.”

The crowd grew quieter and the camera zoomed in on the three of them.

“Now this one is going to be a fair bit harder on Mrs. Kyon here than you, Doug. That doesn’t mean you can underestimate your part! She’ll be counting on you to get her through this.” Sinclair put a hand on both of their shoulders, causing Soo to go stiff. “If the first challenge was to test your honesty towards your partner, this second challenge is to test how well you know them! Doug, your victory in this test depends on how much you are, or are not, willing to put on HER.” He flourished to the side of the stage. “Bring it on out!”

A flurry of stagehands pushed out four wooden tables, along with chairs, utensils, and even candles. The tables were set up on the far right side of the stage, with a lone table set up on the far left, stacked with large pint glasses full of beer with very wide bases. The lights in the theater dimmed a little, taking on a slightly reddish-orange hue.

“And now I welcome to the stage the most eager of our volunteers! Starting with our premium members of course! This is your chance to be part of the action!”

The crowd went wild with hands and shouts, and Doug could see a number of stagehands moving in the seats, tapping the shoulders of all the loudest and most aggressive audience members to be selected for participation. The lucky men swarmed the stage and clambered for a place to sit at one of the tables until all the seats were packed full.

Doug stood next to Soo and watched in anticipation as the challenge was set up. Already his nerves were starting to get the better of him. This was it! He HAD to win this challenge and get a good lead in the game! Not even just for the money, but also to impress Sinclair and wow the crowd.

“Alright you two. You can see on one side you have the beers, on the other you have your thirsty patrons! Your job is to unite one with the other!” Sinclair winked. “But there’s a little catch!”

One of the stagehands handed something to Sinclair, who held it up for the audience to see. It was a very large, round, wooden disk, with two metal clasps underneath near the center of it, just big enough to fit two hands inside. “THIS will be your serving tray! Soozy, since you will be our serving girl for tonight, your hands will be locked inside these clasps and you won’t be able to take them out for the duration of this challenge!”

Soo eyed the clasps, but it was obvious Sinclair didn’t care much about any answer she might have been willing to give. Even when he spoke to her it was always more like he was giving commands to someone incapable of complex discussion or opinion. Instead he held up the tray to Doug who touched it awkwardly.

“Feel that? Heavy right? That’s solid oak! The surface has been polished perfectly smooth, one little tilt and all the beers go flying off! Your job, Doug, is to know how many beers your wife can carry without dropping anything! It’ll be up to you to take as many beers as you like from the table, and place them on the tray for her to serve to her thirsty customers. Soozy, once there, you are to touch the tray to the table, then wait until the customers have removed every last pint from atop it! Only then can you go back for more. Before the end of the challenge at least one beer must have been served at each of the four tables!”

Doug interjected. “What happens if she drops a beer? Or if she spills one?”

Sinclair smiled, taking one of the beers off the table and holding it up. “Each beer is worth $5,000! I know, inflation is a killer, ain’t it folks?” He paused while the crowd chuckled at his joke. “Every beer you put on the table is another $5,000 in your account! Every beer spilled below halfway is worth zero dollars. Every beer dropped...” Sinclair let the pint he was holding fall and smash on the floor, causing both Doug and Soo to jump. “Is $5,000 you just lost. Any further questions?”

Doug shook his head, furrowing his brow in thought as he watched Sinclair approach Soo.

“Put your hands in here now, that’s a good girl.” Sinclair put his arm over her shoulder, his fingers around the back of her neck as she obediently slid her hands into the metal clasps, allowing the host to lock them in place.

“I just have to carry the glasses to the tables?” She asked, uncertainly.

“Well if you like, you can have a couple sips along the way!” Sinclair winked at the camera. “Now go on and get ready you two, we have two minutes on the clock!” Sinclair pointed up at the screen above the stage showing a blinking two minute timer, yet to begin running. “Two minutes to make as much money as you can! Contestants, are you ready?!”

Doug touched Soo’s back gently and shouted out to the crowd. “Ready!!”

Turning now to the men seated at the tables, “patrons, are YOU ready?!”

The men beat their hands on the table and shouted in eager affirmation.

“Audience are YOU- ah hell, I know you’ve all been chomping at the bit, let’s get it on!”

A loud buzzer went off high above and the clock on the screen began ticking down. For a second Doug was caught off guard, overwhelmed by the moment, then he snapped awake, grabbing rapidly for beers, whole armfuls and piling them on top of Soo’s tray. She staggered under its weight, the heavy wooden tray already causing her to totter off balance in her heels, the added weight of the beers and the struggle at trying to compensate for Doug’s frantic movements caused her to cry out.

“St- wait! Slow down!”

“Hold it steady! We’ll get as many out as we can in the first round when you’re not tired yet! Go go go!” Doug finished piling the last of the beers on, ushering her out as the clock ticked down.

Soo struggled with her load, her legs unsteady, her hands desperately trying to keep her tray balanced even as the heavy pints of beer slid around over the smooth surface. Doug’s uneven distribution of the drinks caused by his rushed efforts had her tray tilting about with every uneasy step. Soo was fervently trying to hold on, her heavy breaths causing her breasts to heave up and down, struggling against her tight bodice as the men at the tables jeered at her, her husband yelling at her to go faster.

Despite everything, her tray wobbled and Soo cried out as two beers slid off the edge, shattering on the floor. The sudden change in weight distribution caused her whole platter to tip in the other direction, and she barely managed to keep the rest of the pints from sliding off after them.

“Oooooh! And there they go, gentlemen! Two beers already out and oooon the floor!”

“Don’t!- God ... just keep it steady! God dammit, keep the thing upright! We just lost $10,000!” Doug could feel his anger and frustration with his wife rising up again. “Get it to the last table! We have to get to all four of them so start with the furthest ones!”

Soo seemed to quicken her pace and managed to make it to the tables. Her arms were already trembling from the weight and Doug could tell she desperately wanted to unload the weight onto one of the tables right next to her, but instead she obediently passed them by, wobbling on her heels as she tried to reach the farther ones. The men around her whistled and peered over each other, leaning down to get a glimpse under her skirt as she passed them by. Her bare legs were kept tight and firm by the six inch stiletto heels held on by straps locked around her ankles, her beautiful calves doing most of the work keeping her upright.

“Come here baby, bring those cute little tits over, I want one of those beers!”

“Give us a spin, honey!”

“Look at that fucking ass! I bet she’s so tight you gotta work hard just to push it in...”

Despite the patron’s leering and catcalling, Soo kept her head high, ignoring their words, seemingly focused on her destination. The men clearly intimidated her, it didn’t help that even in her six inch heels she was barely 5’5, making every man around the tables bigger than her, but Soo was used to being harassed like that. Doug knew the construction workers near their place would catcall her every time she went out to the market, even when he was with her. She was an independent woman who could fight her own battles though, and these kinds of men were already punished enough for their actions simply by having to live with themselves every day.

Doug felt excited watching her near the table at last, his victory so close, but just as she was only a few steps away everything fell to pieces. Doug watched in horror as one of the men reached out and groped his wife, just below the hem of her skirt. Soo squealed out and tried to jump away, but in doing so the whole tray tilted towards her. A dozen beers, full to the brim went tumbling off, spilling all over her chest and smashing on the floor.

All the men around her began laughing as Soo stood there looking down at the mess in shock. Doug clutched his head, a wave of anguish overwhelming him.

“Oh god please no! FUCK!- God dammit Soo!”

Sinclair spoke into the mic, his voice booming across the theater. “OOOH! That’s a wipeout! Looks like little Soozy is in a spot of trouble, this girl can’t even carry a serving tray! I’d hate to see her trying to work a basic food service job!” A tally up on the screen updated, showing the total amount of money gained and lost with a big zero next to ‘gained’. “Gentlemen, that spill is going to cost our contestants dearly- that’s $80,000 of debt they’ve accrued from this challenge alone! Time’s still ticking though! Can they earn it all back?!”

The massive clock above them read out 1:30, ticking down fast. “Soo! Come ON! Get back here, we need to load you up again, come on!” Doug gestured to Soo wildly.

Soo, in her exhaustion, allowed her platter to drop, her arms shaking. She carefully, as fast as she could in her heels, made her way back towards her impatient husband, stumbling over the shards of glass that littered the floor. The men around her reached out to grab her but only managed to brush her skirt and arms as she wobbled past them. Her breasts were soaked in beer, the white blouse that cupped her soft mounds was partly transparent now, her nipples hardening in the cold and poking through the translucent cloth.

Soo returned to the table, shivering. “I-I’m sorry- I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-”

“Hold the tray up! Just hold it, I need to load up the beers!” Doug said, desperately piling on more pints of beer. “I’ll put on fourteen this time, we’ll make up our money, just deliver it to one of the close tables, then we’ll just put one beer on the other three! You need to hurry it up this time, the clock’s running out!”

Soo’s skinny arms were already shaking from exhaustion, but she took on the weight anyway and headed back towards the tables as fast as she could. Despite her efforts she only got about halfway before two more slid off, then a third. She started crying, tears running down her cheeks.

“I-I can’t do this, I can’t carry this many!” She stopped only just past the halfway mark, clearly starting to give up, her legs shaking. “I-I’m sorry I’m losing this for you...”

“What’s this, dear viewers? It looks as though our little Soozy is throwing in the towel with barely one and a half passes!” The crowd cheered and laughed at Sinclair’s commentary, hurling insults at the poor girl. “I can’t remember the last time we had a contestant give up THIS early! But then again I suppose frailty is only natural for a woman of her ... breed.”

Doug ushered her on. “Come on Soo! Just a little bit farther, you can do it!” He was frantic at this point. They had to at least get SOMETHING on the table!

And somehow Soo began to move again, hobbling forward towards her waiting patrons. She stumbled with the last few steps, another beer sliding off her tray, but she made it. The men laughed and cheered as she finally arrived. She ignored their hands on her body as she bent over the table, laying the tray on it.

“P-please take them!” She managed, her thighs quivering.

None of the men moved to take any of the beers, instead Doug saw one of them reach over and grope her ass, exposed by her position. Another one bent down and touched her chest, causing Soo to reel back. Quickly the group devolved into greedy debauchery, pushing the limits of how far they could go. Two men began to spread her cheeks wide from behind, her asshole puckering underneath her panties. Soo gasped, squirming her hips in an attempt to get away, but she didn’t dare lift the tray off the table.

“God, feel this! Her ass is so damn pert, you could bounce a quarter off that! Come on, grab a feel!” One of the men who was groping her encouraged his friend who leaned over and copped a feel under her skirt as well.

The man rubbed her pussy through her panties, causing her to squeal, then began feeling the insides of her delicate, quivering thighs. “Fucking hell, she’s so soft, look at her wiggle her little hips!” He laughed as Soo tried to close her legs and squirm away from his hand.

“C-can you just- just t-take them off...” She glanced down at the beers still on her tray.

The men all chuckled. “Well she asked!”

Doug watched as they stripped off Soo’s pink panties, letting them fall down her legs to rest on the floor by her heels. He turned to Sinclair, panic in his voice. “Sinclair! Why aren’t they taking the beers?! Tell them they have to take the beers now!”

The host smiled and spoke into the mic. “I’m sorry Doug, that’s not in the rules, I suppose if they want to, the patrons don’t technically have to take their beers so long as they remain by the table!”

Doug turned back and watched in horror as the men spun Soo around, their hands gripping her soft thin arms firmly. The motion caused her tray to leave the table.

“No!” Soo struggled to get away but she was laughably weak compared to the men, like a toy being played with. One of them grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap.

Instinctively she tried to push him off, but her hands were firmly locked inside the cuffs attached to the bottom of the platter. All she could do was squirm in their grip and try to keep the tray level, the beers sliding around as they jerked her about greedily. Bit by bit the men began to strip her down. A hand slid inside her bodice, pulling one of Soo’s firm little tits out, her shoulders hunched as he gave it a squeeze, clearly enjoying the feel of it in his rough, meaty fingers. The man who had her on his lap pulled her skirt up and Doug felt a spike of humiliation as he started to finger his wife.

“I-I don’t like this challenge anymore- Sinclair! Sinclair, stop the challenge! We forfeit, just give us something else!”

Sinclair shook his head. “Douglass, you can’t request another challenge just because you’re losing! It’s little Soozy’s own fault for teasing the men and getting caught like that, she has to get out on her own!”

Doug’s mind raced for some other way to help Soo. He could go over there and try to pull her away from them ... but everytime he thought about moving, about being the hero and saving his wife, he found he couldn’t move, just standing there dumbly, watching the intimidating group of men molest their new toy. The man groping his wife’s tit made eye contact with him and laughed, jiggling her breast for him to see as he licked her pretty little neck.

Doug watched him and the other men torpidly. He felt dull, standing there stiff and humiliated. He didn’t want to watch, but he couldn’t look away. Soo’s eyes were wide but they stared blankly into space, several more beers sliding off her tray, shattering on the floor as the man playing with her pussy ramped up his speed. He was clearly enjoying the feeling of her ass grinding against his crotch with every unwilling gyration of her hips, her beautiful lips parted, involuntary animalistic moans escaping her throat.

“N-no no, please! Auh!- Let me gh-uh-uh-auh!” A shudder ran through her whole body and her eyes glazed over.

“Ha ha, look at this little Asian bitch’s face, she’s fucking getting off to this! How pathetic can you get?”

“They’re all like that, rape an Asian girl and she’ll follow you around for the rest of her life like a lost puppy.”

“Have a drink, bitch!”

One of the men grabbed a beer from off her serving tray and poured it all over Soo’s head, soaking her hair and clothing. The men laughed and Doug could see Soo sobbing, their humiliation was breaking her down, yet still the pleasure wracked her body.

“Please j-just l-et me go-!”

The man behind her grew frustrated. “Hey shut her up! I’m tired of hearing the bitch talk!”

The patron on the right of Soo grabbed another beer and jerked her head back by her hair. “Here’s another one! You better swallow it like a good girl this time!” He held her nose shut and began pouring the alcoholic beverage down her throat, someone else’s fingers were thrust into her mouth, keeping it open.

Soo sputtered, the last of the beers sliding off her tray and shattering on the floor around her. She couldn’t reach up to stop him, her hands bound beneath the heavy wooden tray. The beer overflowed her mouth and slipped past her lips, running down her neck and soaking her breasts even as she was forced to swallow gulp after gulp.

The man finally tossed aside the empty glass, Soo left in a daze. Doug felt a pang of sadness as he watched his wife finally stop resisting. She no longer protested or struggled as the men freely groped her body, fingers squeezing her little neck, both of her breasts were now out in the open, flopping about as the men abused every soft piece of her supple body. The camera zoomed in on her as they grabbed greedy fistfulls of whatever they could, her tits, her hair, her throat, her thighs. A bit of color flooded her cheeks as the large beer she’d been so rapidly force fed hit her more susceptible pint sized Asian frame.

The man with his thick, meaty fingers jammed inside her cunt her wrapped his arm around her waist and began to speed up. A new wave of pleasure wracked Soo where she sat on his lap, her thighs squeezing together in a desperate attempt to stop it. The two men on either side of her grabbed her legs and spread them wide, Doug noticed one of them with his cock out, rubbing it on her naked thigh, spreading his precum over her soft skin.

She was now crying out in ecstasy without abandon, her free flowing tears not fooling anyone into thinking she didn’t want this. Doug could tell she wanted this. She was cheating on him, this was cheating.

He felt tears welling up in his eyes as he watched the woman he loved orgasm to her own violation. Her body shivered and she let out a wail of pure pleasure and fear, legs spread wide, her feet bouncing in the air as she convulsed, pink panties dangling from one foot. The men around her cheered and laughed as she lost control of her body, her forced orgasm coming in waves while one of the men pulled her hair back, exposing her chest so he could spit on her bouncing tits.

The man on her left, rubbing his cock on her leg finally ejaculated, shooting his semen all over her inner thighs, groaning as he emptied out his load across her lap. He breathed out a breath of satisfaction and wiped the last few droplets of cum onto her beautiful soft skin.

Soo shook a few more times in the aftershocks, then hung forward limp and exhausted. The man whose lap she was sitting on pulled her back, her body like a ragdoll in his hands, and lifted her up, pulling his cock out of his pants.

Doug felt sick, watching as the man rubbed his length back and forth across the entrance of her soaked pussy, Soo shuddering with every tiny movement, her clit overwhelmingly sensitive after her orgasm. She really was going to let him go all the way. How could she do this to him? Didn’t she realize how humiliated and hurt this made him feel? Doug wanted to cry at the sight, he hugged himself defensively as he watched the other man’s cock rub against his wife’s pussy.

Just as the man positioned the head of his dick at her entrance a loud buzzer rang out from overhead accompanied by the show’s theme, the soundtrack blaring out into the crowd.

“That’s it folks! Tiiiime’s up!”

Doug felt a wave of relief! He felt like curling up into a ball and sobbing. Thank god for Sinclair, he stopped them just in time!

The disappointed men stood up, pushing Soo off of them and letting her fall to the floor. They stepped over her on their way out, passing by Doug as well.

“Thanks for bringing her in, man.”

“Yeah, that was a good time, your wife’s a real treat haha!”

Doug defiantly watched them pass, speaking over his shoulder at them. “Sh-shut up! You don’t get to talk to me. Not after what you’ve done!” He felt a little bit braver having said that to them.

“And that’s the end of challenge two! And what a challenge it was, who knew the patrons would revolt like that?! It seems our little Soozy used a fair too many of her charms on them!”