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D's voice shifted quickly again to the bouncy game show host. "Let's move on to question 2!" Amber and Steph fought to regain some composure as they braced themselves for what was to come. "In what year did Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon for the first time?" Tim would have laughed in any other situation. They'd covered this at school just the other week. Steph glanced over at Amber who looked stumped, not surprising considering her blatant disregard for academic study. With a deep breath, Steph resolved herself and pressed the buzzer.

"1969" she hesitantly replied.

"That's correct!" D proclaimed to a fanfare of lights and music. The brief celebration halted as the Camera focused on Amber.

"Well well well. Looks like you're getting another penalty, Amber my dear." D taunted as he moved closer to her. Turning towards the nearest Camera he continued. "Those familiar with our show will remember that we always start small and work our way up. Today is no exception. Amber!" She looked worried despite D's feeble non-attempt at comforting her. "Let's have you forfeit you top, to begin with".

"What?" She cried but with a snap of D's fingers, the white fabric of her uniforms top began to glow like magic. Tim was rapidly buying it to the notion this was indeed real magic. Amber was no great actress and the thought she'd willingly partake in this was nonsense. These couldn't have been just special effects. It seemed as live as it claimed, despite the visual effects. Amber made to grab the material, but as the glow began to subside, so too did the material of the top. Patches of Ambers skin could be seen as holes began to appear as if the top were being eaten by unseen insects or dissolved by patches of chemicals. Amber showed no visible signs of discomfort at the process, excepting her need to grab the material to desperately keep her modesty. Tim saw a pink bra strap come into view as her shoulders became bare, but the dissolving of Ambers top continued unabated. The collar now was gone and the hole expanded to encompass Lucky, the mascot emblazoned upon its center, now leaving in its place a tantalizing view of Ambers not unimpressive cleavage. Finally, as the process neared its conclusion, the two pink cups of her bra were finally free and Amber held an arm across her chest to protect her herself from gazes, to little effect. Tim stared as the camera worked to give him a wonderful close up of Ambers luscious D Cups, held tightly by the pink material. He paid little attention to her protests, focusing instead on burning the sight into his memory. Every inch of her skin was examined, from the curves of her breasts to her toned stomach; he wanted to miss nothing.

“You bastard. How are you doing this!" Amber cried as D moved back to stand at the front of the show. Clearly distraught at where this seemed to be going she fought to have answers in hopes of finding a way out. D offered her no such wisdom.

“My dear, its magic. Nothing more. If you wish to remain fully clothed I suggest you start racking your brains for useful general knowledge, else Steph here might just have you stripped bare." The words stung with an undercurrent of sadistic pleasure. It was D who was doing this, it was each other. It was a race now between the two of them, a genuine contest that they both had to play, lest they face the far more dire consequences of abstaining. The two friends looked at each other hard. Camera swirled around them, and the audience cheered. Each now was out for themselves, that much was certain, but the question they both were asking, was how far were they willing to go.

Maddy squealed with delight at the sight of Amber in her pink bra “Oh, she's so pretty D. It will be a shame when we get to the final round."

“Now now Maddy, let's not spoil the surprise for our contestants. Let them concentrate on the next question." D chided. "Are you ready girls?"

“Get On With It!" Amber spat back.

“Very well, your next question is: in which continent is the country of Eritrea?"

Tim was silently racking his brains for the answer. Doubtless, it would be announced imminently but he was sure this had come up at some point in geography class.

Amber looked stumped as she worriedly racked her brains for any hint of what or where Eritrea was but turned up nothing. Steph seemed to be fairing no better, with worried glances towards Amber. D looked pleased as he watched the two contestants squirm however time was running out.

“Any answer girls?" he pressed them. “No... well then... the correct answer is..."

“Africa!" Steph blurted out. It looked to have been a well-educated guess, but her reasoning was clear. Better to get the wrong answer and only one of them suffer than to have them both forfeit. Whilst D was still hidden behind his black shroud of smoke, his smile, however, seemed to burn its way through.

“That's correct Steph, your now two for two. You might walk away with a clean sweep here if you carry on as you are." He replied. Turning his attention back towards Amber, it was clear what was to follow.

“Please don't" she begged, spinning to look at her friend. “Steph how could you?" If D was trying to drive a wedge between them, the fractures were most definitely beginning to show. Her pleas fell on deaf on ears.

A snap of the fingers was all it took and the process began again. This time Ambers skirt began to glow and Tim suddenly felt very excited about seeing what was to follow. Being unable to help his school mates in any way, and having no particular friendship or level of acquaintance with either of them, he was fully resigned to enjoying the show now. He may never get another chance. He also couldn't wait to see what the reactions of the school body would be when they inevitably found out and the pictures started to leak.

Ambers fought a losing battle as the skirt dissolved in exactly the same way her top had. Despite clinging desperately to the material that survived, it continued to disappear unhindered. As the hemline rode up, Tim traced his eyes down her thighs. The camera was going to town, pulling close up on Ambers ever more apparent thighs. A patch of the material fading on her left hip revealed that Amber's underwear did indeed match in color. Ambers continued protests had as little effect as they had had before and finally, she was left standing in only her pink underwear, and arm across her chest and another across her crotch, as thousands looked on. The camera was afforded the time to scrutinize every inch of her skin, pulling in behind her to glance at her ass, then moving above to look down her cleavage. Her auburn hair cascaded down her back and her auburn eyes sparkled as tears were held back.

Steph stared on, pained by the guilt of what she was putting her friend through. It could so easily have been her had the questions not gone her way.

“You look gorgeous my dear." D cooed, as Amber tried in vain to cover herself.

“Eat a dick" was the equally eloquent reply from the semi-clad cheerleader.

“We still have more questions to go until the round finishes. Since Amber has been doing so badly, we'll try giving her some questions that she might stand a chance at answering."

“What" cried Steph. “That's not fair".

“It's totally fair. She's the one undressing for our audiences amusement, why should you be left out?" Maddy chirped back in a sing-song manner. The color drained out of Steph's face at the news.

“So ladies! Your next Question" D paused for dramatic effect. “What is Ambers middle name?" Tim nearly laughed at the blatant bias of the question. Even if Steph did know, which was entirely possible given their friendship, there was no way she'd answer quick enough.

“Lucy!" Amber all but shouted. Steph hadn't stood a chance.

Eyes immediately focused on the petite girl as she shook her head in denial. D was afforded no ceremony now, the show hurrying on to the main dish. The top began to glow as before and Steph huddled down to avoid the stair as the fabric began to evaporate away. A flash of green revealed Steph's underwear of choice today, although, given the athletic nature of cheerleading and the distinctly unsuitable underwear they were wearing, Tim questioned if the girls had had any say in their clothing. Steph sobbed as the last of the material faded. Her more modest chest was no less exciting a spectacle but little could be seen other than Steph shoulders and bare back as she huddled behind her podium.

“Come now Steph my dear up you get," Maddy said walking slowly around the crying girl and raising her by her arm to her feet. Steph put up little resistance and Maddy, playfully slapped her bum for good measure, causing a squeak. There was little use fighting, it would only make things worse.

“There! That's a bit better" D waved his arms, gesturing towards the girls as he spoke to the camera. “Though I think we'd better hurry things along. The audience is getting impatient." Steph and Amber both looked eager to finish this as quickly as possible, though they definitely didn't want to see what was to come any sooner than they had to.

“Next question: Who was the last person..." D paused again as he stared at them both. Maddy smiled from behind him, an evil gleam in her eye. Finally, he spoke to shock from the two girls: “...that Amber slept with."

Amber and Steph both looked at each other horrified. They didn't know what to say. It looked like Steph wanted to answer but she felt unsure, as if there was some doubt. Amber looked wholeheartedly like she didn't want to answer such a personal question in front of such a large audience. Steph was in a long term relationship with Scott, one of the football players who actually had a moderate amount of intelligence about him, and they seemed a good, if stereotypical, couple. Amber on the other had was famously promiscuous, making the answer virtually impossible for anyone but her to answer.

With no answer forthcoming from either of them, D prompted them a little more. “Come now girls, times running out." Steph was on the verge of an answer but still held back. Amber seemed like she wanted to take the hit and not answer, which seemed on. “well then.. the answer is."

“Tony" Steph answer at the last second. Once again beating the clock at the last second. She turned to Amber who looked solemn, refusing to meet her eyes.

D's no existent smile seemed to burn ever brightly at this turn of events. “Well Amber, was she right."

“Yes!" Amber replied with a clenched fist, eyes shut and resolve strong.

“Oh... oh dear oh dear oh dear." D tutted as he turned to face away from them both. “She did it, Maddy."

“She did indeed, D!" the beautiful assistant proclaimed with almost uncontainable excitement.

“She broke the cardinal rule... the one major rule of the show... and that is" Throwing his arms up, D signaled for the audience and they responded in chorus.

“Never Lie To The Devil!"

Tim's mind was racing at this. Had Amber lied? That meant Tony was not the last guy she'd slept with... why had she lied?

“Care to tell us the real answer, Amber." Amber remained obstinately silent and Steph looked on confused.

“I'm afraid Steph that the last person Amber slept with was in fact... your dear boyfriend Scott." Steph's response was everything you'd expect at this news. Anger, frustration, sadness, all flashed across her face in quick succession. She didn't have long to react however as her skirt too began to glow and undergo the same fate that had befallen her lying friends. She was going to beat Amber, there was no weakness left in her now that she knew the truth. She cried expletives at her opponent as she tried to cover herself, allowing her modest breast in their green bra full exposure. The process didn't last long and soon she and Amber were both reduced to only their underwear.

Tim could hardly contain himself at the sight before him and continued to pleasure himself at the sight. Steph was beautiful in her own right, but the angry look on her face destroyed nearly all semblance of the cute shy girl she was known to be at school.

“Now then." D continued, focusing in on Amber. “its time for your punishment Amber my dear." Amber looked scared, not knowing what was to come. D held her attention forwards as if milking the suspense, but unbeknownst to Amber, Maddy had maneuvered herself behind her with something in her hand. Steph made no attempt to alert her to this, and Maddy seized the moment. Something wrapped itself tightly around Ambers' neck with a slight jingle. It pressed tight against her skin and she, in a reflex, made to grab it. The leather, however, would not budge. Though not tight enough to cause her any problems, it definitely made its presence known.

“What the hell is this? Get it off of meeee..... Woof!" Amber cried. She froze at what she'd just done. She'd barked?

“What have you done to me? Woooof!" She tried again slapping her hands to her mouth.

D and Maddy looked on with glee, as Steph began to snigger from the side.

“Just a little punishment for breaking the rules. A cute little collar for a naughty puppy, with a slight side effect." Maddy replied. It was clear Ambers attempts to remove it were futile but it didn't stop her from trying. Tim laughed audibly as her grunts and protests were each punctuated by a distinctly canine bark. The humiliation was very real, but he still laughed. Her struggles to remove the collar had left her covering herself less and the cameras were exploiting the sudden unobstructed view.

“You bastards! Woof" she cried as the two host fought from laughing at her struggles.

“Steph, care to read out what the collar says?" D offered as Steph continued to laugh from one side. Steph happily obliged, and walked over to her former friend to continue rubbing the situation in.

“Lucy" She laughed as she read the tag on the dog collar aloud. “It's a good name for a bitch." She added with spite. Amber stared at her hard.

“You'll get yours soon Steph!" Amber spat back. Followed by the obligatory “Woof"

Steph returned to her podium, content to let the game continue.

“On to the next question. It's getting tense now as both girls are reduced to their underwear."

“We still have our socks and shoes ass hole!" Amber retorted, barking again.

“Oh yes!" D responded. “I'll just fix that." with a snap, the girl's feet now were bare. The dissolving appeared to be for effect only, and it was with only a simple flash that the shoes and socks vanished. “On with the question"

'Amber really needs to learn to stay quiet' Tim thought to himself, though was enjoying Ambers punishment as much as Steph was it seemed.

“The next question: What is the square root of 64?" This was clearly a fastest first question. They both could work this out easily if they didn't already know, and it was a race to see who would get their first.

“7!" Cried amber. A few seconds later she barked, clearly trying her hardest to fight the effects of the collar.

Maddy laughed, and instantly Amber realized her mistake.

“Steph, care to interject with the correct answer?" D offered.

“8" She replied smugly, looking over at her horrified friends face with a satisfaction it's hard to describe. Amber returned her gaze to the show hosts, waiting for the revelation she knew was coming.

“Correct! Well done Steph. That means Amber now takes the plunge and our show really begins." Tim was practically touching his face to his screen at this point. Up until now, this show had mostly been tame, barring the swearing, but if D followed through, it was about to get very hot. “Now let it never be said that we here at the Devils' Palace are heartless. Amber, we're going to give you a choice. You've got thirty seconds to remove a piece of clothing you're wearing, or after that time you'll lose both." It hardly seemed like a fair ultimatum, but D was a showman after all, and his black comedy was starting to appeal to Tim, if only for the results that were being threatened.

With a clap from D, music began to play and Amber was left with only thirty seconds to strip off either her bra or panties in front of the large studio audience. It was a ridiculous decision but with time ticking away as she debated the options she couldn't afford to wait around for long. Stealing resolve she placed an arm across her breast and reached a hand around to the clasp on her back. Her flexibility from years of cheerleading made this task easy and the pink straps loosened their grip on her shoulders, the cups held fast by her arm pressed against them. Thinking of all the boys that had already seen them in a twisted attempt to lessen the embarrassment of exposure, she slid the straps down her shoulder leaving her other arm as the only thing remaining to hold the garment up. Loosening her grip she slipped the material out from between her flesh, being incredibly careful not to let anything slip out into view; the camera still being fixed to her. Finally, her free hand held out the pink bra, letting dangle unceremoniously.

"Are you happy now? Woof!" She exclaiming angrily. She didn't want D to see her struggling and so Anger at him, and at Steph, had become a great way of coping.

"Hmm..." D cried as he looked upon her. "Not quite" he snapped his fingers again and the bra disappeared almost instantly but more importantly, Amber had both her hands placed on the podium in front of her. She couldn't pull away from it no matter how hard she tried. More importantly though was that without the covering and support of her arm, her breasts were left to hang free, exposed to all the world. Amber began to panic, unable to cover herself, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red in response.

Tim stared, drooling onto his keyboard. They were beautiful. Wonderful D cup breasts. Perfectly round and each topped with a cute nipple that Tim briefly wondered how many guys had sucked on. Amber squirmed to move, causing them to sway temptingly. Maddy had once again snuck around behind Amber but rather than clasping a collar around her neck or some equally humiliating punishment she instead simply leaned in a gave Amber's right nipple a tweak. Amber protested but her grunts and whines sounded distinctly canine. Maddy switched to fondling the other with the palms of her hand and amusingly Amber began to pant with her tongue out. Clearly, the collar did more than making her just bark when talking. It didn't last long as Maddy withdrew before it got too intense, with much protesting from the Audience. Amber looked quite red in the face now, but with breast now fully on display, Tim wasn't really paying much attention. He was loving every second of the show and silently praying for it to continue.

Steph was laughing all the while. For her, Amber was getting what she deserved. Whilst Amber was baring her breasts for the world, the ordinarily meek Steph was conversely displaying a deeply vindictive nature. Tim wondered if she realized they were playing into D's hands.

"Whilst our audience enjoys the show, I think it's time for another question. Are you both ready."

"Yes," Steph replied almost eagerly. She was no longer considering the gamble she was making, her singular thought seemed to be stripping Amber bare. Tim made a mental note to never cross her. Amber simply whined her response still embarrassed at having her rack open to the air. Maddy's fondling had caused her to be noticeably hard.

"Let's get to it then," D announced. "Your next question: Which animal is considered by scientists to be the smartest on the planet earth."

Steph almost leaped at the answer, with equal parts impatience and arrogance. “Humans!" She shouted. Amber turned to her with a confused look, before it settled on her. That was the wrong answer! Steph seemed unaware until the silence she was met with from D started to take hold.

“Oh dear Steph, I'm sorry, but the correct answer is in fact: Dolphins!"

Steph looked mortified. Amber, still held in place by her hands, looked towards her with an equally as smug grin as she had received earlier. She turned back to D dreading what was to come next.

"Looks like you were getting a little over confident Steph." He began as he stepped forwards. He snapped his fingers and in much the same way as Amber, Steph found her hands bound by a mystical force to the podium in front of her. "Unlike your colleague, I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to give you a choice." The words dripped with venom and it was clear that D was enjoying the turnabout. "Amber has already lost her top so it's only fair that you lose something else." He snapped his fingers again but rather than anything happening immediately to Steph, instead Amber felt her hands freed from their bonds. "Amber my dear would you please join us over here?" D prompted she turned to walk towards. "Don't bother covering yourself. It's too late for that and you wouldn't like the consequences." He added for good measure.

Amber fought the urge to put her arm across her chest. She did as D commanded, feeling her boobs sway as she walked. She had no idea what D had planned but Steph needed taking down a peg and she was more than willing at this point to be the one to do it.

D stood to the side of the helpless Steph, casting an ominous shadow over her. He reached out and placed a gloved hand on her well-toned stomach gathering protests in response.

"Don't touch me you fucking creep!"

"Now now my dear, don't worry. It'll all be fine." With an effortless push, Steph found her feet and legs sliding backward along the floor, as if on ice, whilst her hands remained fixed to the podium. Her body leaned forward and her ass pushed out leaving her in a rather compromising pose. Leaning forward onto the podium to keep herself upright, she felt the eyes of the audience in front of her staring down her cleavage, and as for those behind. They had a rather marvelous shot of her ass, clad in her green panties, leaving very little to the imagination. It mattered little however as at the rate this was going, imagination would be entirely unnecessary.

“Amber, you have a very important job now." D turned towards the topless girl standing behind the posing Steph. She looked back at the two of them over her shoulder. With very little she could do to pull herself upright, she was resigned to leaving her rear in a perfect position for them both. The thin green material hugged the curves of her ass cheeks and as it disappeared between her legs, it rose into nicely into the mound of her camel toe. At that moment she really wanted the ground to open and swallow her, but knowing what they so far knew of D, that may well have been a possibility.

“Amber. You get the honor of stripping your opponent's panties.“ D began, waving his hand as a cloud of smoke formed around it. “But since this round is beginning to draw to a close, We're going to give you a camera and let you film it all yourself." The smoke cleared showing a camera in D's hand, a small portable type you'd expect from a student film-maker.

“I'm not sure I can..."

“Oh come now Amber, don't be so silly. Steph's done nothing but try and humiliate you this entire round. She wouldn't hesitate to do the same to you." Amber pondered the response as if debating the morality of it in her head. She'd not had a choice up until now, so why she thought there was anything in this suggestion up for debate was anyone's guess. With a smile, she took the camera from D, who laughed and took a step back to watch the ensuing fun.

Steph looked worried as Amber came to settle behind her.

“Not so smug now are you Steph? Woof!" Amber started. Steph smiled half-heartedly back at her.

“At least I'm not barking like a bitch."

“Arf!" Amber barked back in a huff. Before smiling as she pulled the camera in closer to Steph's rear. Tim watched from the close-up point of view reveling in the attention Amber was paying to her victim.

“Don't do this Amber, please, we can still be friends right?"

“Oh no! Woof!" Amber responded. Reaching a hand out, she stuck a finger into the elastic of Steph's underwear, pulling it away ever so slightly to let Steph know she meant business. “Because of you, the whole world is staring at my boobs. Arf! I'm going to return the favor. Then we'll be even."

“No please Amber, we're supposed to be friends."

“You should have thought of that before you started playing for keeps. Arf!"

“I was angry. You slept with Scott."

Amber smiled as she looked her old friend in the eye. “And he was magnificent." With a slow pull, the material began to slide slowly down Steph's ass. She could feel the air beginning to tingle against her newly exposed skin. Tim watching at home was fighting to control himself, the tempting sight not coming fast enough for his liking. The slow tantalizing decent of the green underwear only served to heighten the anticipation. As it reached past the first critical point, Steph's ass finally came into view with cheers from the gathered audience. Stephs protests continued to fall on deaf ears as the noise of the crowd drowned out any chance for Amber to hear her, not that she would have listened.

She continued on, the sides of the elastic now resting on her thighs, the material no longer clinging to her sensitive areas. Amber held it there for a moment before leaning forward to whisper to Steph. “Are you ready?" A vigorous shake of the head was the response but it was too late. Finally yanked down, Steph's pussy came into full view of the studio lights. She screamed to laughter and applause from the masses, as the camera zoomed in on the folds of her snatch. The beautiful pink mound was a vision of loveliness and Tim couldn't believe he was genuinely seeing Steph's pussy. It was a dream come true. The material evaporated in much the same way as the other garments had, not that it mattered much at this point, and Amber stood up to back away, leaving Steph presenting her naked ass and cunt for the world, all on her own. Clearly a big fan of grooming, it was evident that Steph shaved regularly, with not a hair in sight below her head. She wriggled in protest to the scene but with her arms and feet bound this did little other than excite the crowd further.

“Ladies and gentlemen give our contestants a big round of applause." D cried out as be stepped back to the fore. “That concludes round 1, didn't they both do great?" The crowd continued its fervor unabated. Much to the annoyance of Steph who was desperate to cover herself.

“But D, are you really going to leave them both like that as we move on to the next round?" Maddy asked as she stepped back to his side and pulled her body tight to his arm in a show of affection.

“Hmm..." he pondered as he looked the 2 girls over. “It does seem a little unbalanced."

Amber and Steph didn't know what he was thinking but not a moment later, they found that not only had their remaining clothes vanished, but so had the podiums. Amber screamed and brought her hands to cover her distinctly unshaven nethers. Tim had reached his limit at this sight and finally climaxed. Steph fell straight forward, reaching out to brace herself against the ground. Her now exposed breasts cushioned the impact slightly as she hurriedly tried to curl up to hide everything from view.

“No No No. Have you girls not learned anything yet?" D decried. Amber suddenly stood up very straight, arms locked by her side, allowing full view of her naked body. Steph adopted a similar position on the ground, falling forward to rest on the floor. Maddy was soon with her and showing remarkable strength, picked her up with ease until she was standing exactly as Amber was.

“Be good girls now!" Maddy said as she reached around the front of Steph, tracing a finger slowly up along her pussy. Steph refused to make anything more than a tiny whine at this indignity. She was now completely naked, and this was adding insult to injury. Worse still, with all the attention on her and Maddy at that exact moment, she was getting ever so slightly turned on. She prayed no one would notice but it seemed like a long shot.

“Now Now Now" D approached them both but continued to address the Audience. “We'll soon be moving onto round two, where things get a little heated but before we do that, do you girls have anything to say?"

Steph fought back tears as she felt the air running over her naked body. Her ass, her pussy, her breasts; She wanted to run and hide but was powerless before this demon. “Please... I'm scared." She sobbed.

“Grr...Ruff!" Was all the noise Amber made, though her feelings were equally as apparent. D laughed.

“Don't worry girls, there's nothing to be afraid of. The next round is much more pleasurable...."