The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author hereby declares it a work of public domain, free of use to all and any, in any and all medium, in whole or in part. Rook

 

THE MAZE

A light breeze stirred the upper reaches of the great sprawling oak nearest her, beyond it nodded Elms and Popular, and Birch noisily shook its castanets flashing leaves, but it was the lightning struck burnt out hulk of the still leafing Cottonwood which tugged mercilessly at the corner of her busy eyes. It’s long fibrous strands swayed as wispy beards upon the late summer noon tide gusts and the twixt of dead black charred hollow trunk and young green sprawling limbs gnawed on her anxious mind. Crickets and insects hummed in the rising and falling drone of the mid-day tilt of the sun, as birds flittered in the tangle of bush and thorn, and the creak and groan of wooden limbs in full leafy sway counter pointed the constant rustle of the towering sea of bustling green rimming her in mighty agitation.

She paused in her adjusting the cumbersome bracelets weighing down heavily upon her slim wrists and checked again the copper bronzer body powder so carefully sprayed over every inch of her exposed flesh, that in turn twinkled in the dancing canopy tossing shady filtered sunlight. The stuff looked good on camera but it had a tendency to clot up as she moved into the creases and folds of her slim opulent young body. Behind her the crew busied themselves with keg lights and flittering from the catering van and the half a dozen trailers full of computer and electronic equipment, one was her make-up and costume trailer. But no one paid her any direct attention. Immediately before her, less than a hundred meters away was an enormous stone head with a wide gapping mouth down which a flight of weathered stone stairs ran, each riser book ended by the cascading stream which wove out of the forest to her right and spilled down the sides of the broad descending stair case of pocked and lichenin stone.

She avoided looking directly at the fearsome spectacle of the enormous stone carved head and once again fell to primping her costume. Her tiny hidden ear piece buzzed slightly and the voice of her ‘guide’ purred on, “are you ready? It’s almost show time.”

“Yeah,” she mumbled into the air, the thousands of hidden boom mikes and tiny cameras scattered everywhere picking up her whisper clearly as a shout. Her voice was rough and her throat felt tight and dry as it had the previous two times she had entered the maze and she wondered slightly unsettled if it would never get any easier?

“Take a deep breath and shake out your limbs. You are going to do fine.” The smooth voice purred. “Five minutes, need anything?” She shook her head and the red cascading locks of her wig shook in mirror of the upper reaches of the great boughs encircling her. “Good. Four minutes, remember the new strut we worked on in rehearsal yesterday. Use it.” She nodded again. Super heroines never met their ‘guides’ but they quickly came to develop a clip re-pore of intertwined reliance.

The guides were often ex-contestants from the show or else some of the original crew who had set the show up ten years ago. Their pay directly hinged on their super heroines performance and ratings, so they did all they could to further the success of their assigned collage and seldom bothered with any niceties or bullshit. Everything was in your face business with them, and most of the super heroines respected their input and followed their directions implicitly. The guides usually first ‘met’ the new contestants for The Maze show after the third call back in the auditions phase. It was then that you got your ear piece and still several months from the final cattle call, you found yourself being put through the paces by this new voice in your ear. Often ten hours a day, and always seven days a week, the little plastic ear piece wedged into your ear well, cooed or barked, hummed or cursed, your way through a boot camp of exercises and training and tips for the rigors of the finial exam to see who would make the cut for the new season of one of the most popular and influential web TV shows in the world.

The show its self had pioneered the new realm of computer web broadcast and digital TV shows. It had changed everything and despite so many copy cat variations on the theme, it remained strong with its two hundred million viewing audience, because it had some how done it right in a rare combination that none could seem to duplicate. The show its self was simple enough, each season several constants depicted as super heroes entered a maze and fought monsters and each other until at the end of the season one champion remained. It was however all the little details which made the overly mundane concept into one of the most successful entertainment empires in humane history.

For example, the show was free to view by all, unlike the ever popular, “So You Want to be a Porn Star” which required a fee to watch its broadcasts. The Maze let anyone log in and watch its shows and archives of past shows for free. You could even chat with the super heroines at ‘news conferences’ on set days, or order free downloads of character profiles or get free merchandise of your favorite super heroine star. And The Maze could manage all of this because they had pioneered the first person web broadcast interaction. When you logged on to The Maze you entered a street full of venders who you could walk up to and purchase items using Maze cash you won by betting on the current seasons shows. You got a few free Maze bucks when you set up your free account, after that you could purchase them. Vendors paid The Maze to be on their site and that payment in turn not only covered the over head of the show its self, but also the free Maze bucks handed out with new accounts. The viewer could also ‘tip’ contestant super heroines on the show with their Maze bucks or use them to buy items from the street of venders lining your approach to the coliseum where you joined millions of computer avatars to watch the show.

The show let viewers pick from several live camera views of the thousands of hidden cameras in the Maze so they could click their remotes and center in on which ever contestant super heroine they wished. They could place bets at anytime or vote on any contestant and even ‘tip’ with their Maze bucks. Each show ended not only with race track like running of points earned by actions and deeds of each super heroine, but also the points earned by audience voting. Each girl earned her salary show by show, based on her overall points and of course any ‘tips’ she had made.

The show had gone through some superficial changes over the years, but had remained essentially the same successful format. For example in season three they had simply done away with all male contestants, though the series had a following of a viewing audience of sixty-four percent female, they had joined with the males in preferring the female contestants over the males. In the fifth season, the show had done away with using anything resembling men dressed in rubber monster outfits or as non-contestant villains and had gone entirely with robotic monsters and villains, this had increased viewers by several million over night. Still many of the monsters still remained little more than rod puppets out of budget necessities, controlled by several stage hands, but the audience thought them to be entirely free roaming mechanical monsters.

The show had also smoothed over much of the early crude computer enhanced special effects of the monsters powers and the super heroines as well, so that now when a super heroine used her powers there was in reality little if any live effect at all, but instead it was all instantly computer animated superimposed. Likewise the ‘live’ aspect of the early days had been replaced with a ten minute digital tape delay of which the audience was of course kept ignorant.

And while the show of course relied heavily on nudity and sexual peril it never came close to the over the top explicit TV web broadcasts like “Gang Rape” in which contestants had one night to rape a random person in Tokyo. The Maze had an almost child like glossy shinny innocence to it in comparison to most of the shows which tried to ‘out do it’ and garner some of its success.

In the seventh season the show tried to do plotted story driven shows, but in the end found that it worked best to just do one story driven double episode show for the holiday season and let the contestants wander the maze randomly earning points for the main season.

In the eight season the show decided to let the contestants chose wither they wanted to be a super heroine or a super villainess. This had lead to several new rules for point earning and buffers and set a class rule of actions with plusses and minuses for interactions. It had caught on slowly and the audience seemed to be taking to it as the show entered its tenth season.

In fact The Maze had become a cultural icon for the entire world, when the Pope had spoken out against it for shameless depictions of nudity and sexual content, the Catholic Church had seen a dropping off of a third of its members and the back lash sent several organized religions scrambling to distance themselves from their own attacks against the oddly beloved show. In fact, one southern Baptist preacher in the United States had to be embarrassingly rescued in a street protest from half of his own ‘flock’ who joined by several thousand others had turned out to stop his burning of several items of memorabilia from the show, by none other than ‘Catholic Girl’! Who had been signing autographs at a local children’s hospital. And had been the out of touch preachers indirect target of indignant wraith. The popular super heroine had shown up in her skimpy Catholic girls school outfit just in the nick of time and talked the ugly violent murderous crowd into a cheering boisterous calm. The preacher and much of the ultra conservative religious groups of the world took note and scowled! Promising revenge.

“Three minutes,“ the guide’s voice was somehow reassuring in her head. She now set her eyes on the grotesques monstrous head half sunk into the sward before her. She narrowed her contact yellowed eyes at it. She had never entered the maze from its original entrance before. Unbeknownst to the millions of rabid fans of the show, it had long out grown the original maze which only covered a few hundred acres of the privet estate of one of the shows early producers, and was now set in several additional prop filled studios and built sets scattered around the globe, only combined into its one recognizable seamless form by the magic illusion of the TV cameras.

“Three minutes. Remember the new strut.” She nodded again, concentrating on the hideous stone entrance before her. It had taken her weeks to learn to walk about in her costume and high heel boots. She had followed her guides advice and had worn her skimpy outfit under some baggy lose sweats and run earns that way around her home town. Getting use to wearing the revealing suit in public, abet disguised, before trying it out in front of the cameras and most of the world. To strike the pose of a super heroine was difficult, to stand there, wide stance, shoulders thrown back, chest thrust forward, waist slightly bent with buttocks thrusting backwards, with knees slightly bent, with head high, chin jutting, and eyes wide but lowered, fists clenched and trying to jiggle your tits as much as possible with an almost imperceptible swaying of your upper torso, was damn near impossible. To fall into such a stance or an even more difficult one ever time you stopped, took weeks of repetition, just to learn how to breath! The walk only came naturally in stages, it required an increasingly advanced cycle of building new elements into and onto the old in order to create the illusion of effortless natural stride. Today she was adding a shoulder roll to her hip roll, thus increasing the explosive bounce of her breasts with each ankle crossing thrusting strut! Her guide predicted it would garnish her about seventy thousand extra Maze bucks in tips, which she could use for purchases from the on line stores, or cash in for roughly half their value in united states currency.

“In five, four, three, and start walking.” She started walking foreword, while an over head speaker counted down the seconds until the cameras started recording for the ‘live’ broadcast. The audience didn’t know about the ‘guides’ of course, nor the complex training each contestant went through to create that seemingly natural sex appeal each one of them oozed in every digital framed close up. They signed contracts forbidding revealing any trade secrets when they showed up at the cattle calls. By the time the cameras came up on her shapely form, she had already covered half the distance to gapping menacing maw of the original Maze entrance and the one seventy percent of the audience usually chose to click on as there large center image as the other images and angels rimmed their large screen high definition web TV’s lingering their on the peripheral, flashing if a selected programmed event or trait occurred that the viewer had selected the computer to keep a look out for, such as monster encounter, or nipple slip.

Whenever a contestant got her shot on the main entrance to the Maze it was her big money night and she gave it all she had. Her guide began replacing the pointers and heads ups with a running tally of ‘tips’ being thrown at every jiggle and wiggle she thrust out there. She blushed despite herself, she was doing extremely well, and she gave it everything she had, as she twisted her torso about in the complex ballet that had taken her weeks of sweating blistered hard work to now perform so seemingly effortlessly.

Her guide ordered her to pause at the cusp of the descending stone stair case, as her own robot operated shadow camera came in, invisibly low and zoomed in on a wide stance camel toe up the skirt crotch shot. The bidding to control her robot camera amongst the audience for a five minute turn had topped fifty thousand Maze bucks, and she slowly shimmed her hips back and forth in a slow almost imperceptible hip roll. Despite her guides admonishing she couldn’t yet manage to control her body enough to make the lip of her panties to slowly creep in, they would latter of their own accord and she of course had learned never to tug them back out no matter how uncomfortable it became or what might fall out! The bidding leveled off for the first ‘winner’ and the guide told her to proceed down the dark steps in front of her. Obediently, Copper Head did.

Copper Head swallowed against the butterflies in her stomach and hoped the hidden shot gun mic’s didn’t pick up the uneasy rumbling in her empty stomach. At the bottom of the long gentle slope of stairs the side water falls slide under two rusty metal grates and continued to noisily rush along both sides of the wide stone hallway Copper Head found herself now standing in. The light was dim here, but she could easily make out the small cameras lining the corners of the ceiling and just under the grates above the gurgling racing water. Millions of people were now peering at her from every angle, getting comfortable in their chairs, maybe about to scoop into some fast food supper, all the while wondering what terrible horror lay await around the next corner.

The bottom of the stairs split into a ‘T’ section, but though she hesitated at the initial juncture it was only for her shadow cam to get another up skirt shot of her quivering almost spherical buttocks. The guide had already told her to walk down the right corridor and expect a class four monster just around the bend. She turned right and strutted confidently to the sharp corner. Rounding the corner she saw a four legged hell hound. It had its back to her and had just wandered around another of the rapidly complex twisting and turning of the ever shifting Maze’s corridors. She rolled her hips to a stop and struck a more difficult classical pose, raising her right arm and pointing it at the monsters back. As Copper Head she had been on the show three times out of its current season run of six shows thus far, but she had also appeared on a ‘side quest’ show, so she had earned on that one additional experience points but no Maze bucks or tips, had she won that side quest she would have won the main prize which turned out to be a trip and a small yacht, but she had come in a distant sixth out of twenty contestants. Still, the extra experience points had paid off.

Each super heroine earned not only Maze bucks and tips from her adventures in the Maze, but also experience points, which in turn were used to ‘buy’ new powers, or open up new abilities, or improve her targeting or strength or luck or even upgrade her costume. The guides always had opinions and advice and wisdom and long and short term plans, but only the super heroine herself could make the actual decision on how she wished to spend or horde or even trade her experience points. Copper Head had put herself fully in her guide’s hands, so to speak, and had accepted its strategy. As such, she had not used her points in a race to level up as many did and then buy new powers, nor cashed them in for Maze bucks as some did in fear of losing the next match and thus all the unspent points saved, but had instead increased her initial powers a few notches and upped her basic stats, such as hit points, agility, and luck, which had direct effects in the computer enhanced game. It was her ‘luck’ which now had a level four monster firmly offering her its backside and thus a free shot at it. It would be her upped agility which would allow the speed factor of the creature to be nullified to allow her shot to hit, and it would be her increased poison bolt power which would allow her to actually take down this creature with just one solid hit, despite her only being a level two super heroine!

Copper Head aimed her wrist carefully, despite the computer enhanced images that would be super imposed upon the scene, the sensors in her wrist copper serpent bracelets still had to shoot an invisible infra red beam and hit the sensors on the animatronics monster slowly turning its low slopping brow forehead toward her. For all the numbers in columns on her character stat sheet, she still had to hit the damn thing in real life! She pressed the right arm bracelet with her left hand and nothing happened. On millions of TV screens covering entire walls of rooms, there was a bright green ray emitted from her bracelets and the Hell Hound erupted in green flames. The creature spun around and moved toward her, the spin was rather ungainly and the director at his console back in the nearby trailers edited out some of the motion in the delay loop before broadcasting it ‘live’. Her guide told her not to waste another shot on the creature, she only had seven such high level poison bursts, and there was the entire maze yet before her, the creature leapt in bounds toward her, its wires supporting it from the hidden rail track in the ceiling invisible to the audience gasping at home. Copper Head held her ground and the guide counted down the hit points of the fell beast as it howled and flung its self at her. She crumpled expertly beneath its foam rubber bulk. She struggled against its awkward uneven weight half supporting it in place half trying to keep the slavering jaws from smacking into her grimacing head. She spread her legs as her guide ordered her to and several cameras zoomed in on the thirty inch cock the Hell Hound sported between its ebony legs. The cocks of the beasts had steadily increased in size over the seasons in response to the generally female audience demand. And though the member slapping loudly and some what painfully between her bronze makeup thighs was made of a collapsible material that would shrink it down to half its size should it need to be inserted into her, that was still fifteen inches of artificial cock slamming away in ones pussy and even with a lot of practice it left one sitting tenderly for days afterwards.

The guide finished its countdown and the beast fell dead in her arms, its massive erect penis spewing a few trickles on to her tiny glittering panties to lessen the disappointed at home. The imposed special effects made it one hell of a fight but there in the cold stone hallway it was more confusing than exciting. Her guide talked her through what to say and what emotions to show, and even what poses and stances to adopt until she felt confident enough to wander further into the Maze!

Copper Head had spent several thousand experience points on her costume, so that instead of the usual first level or second level spandex leotard and eye mask, she was wearing a normally sixth level skimpy suit consisting of gold eye mask, gold wrist and ankle bangles, a small yellow tube top, a short yellow thigh high skirt, and a pair of gold high heeled boots. She hopped to earn enough points this time to shed her gold panties for the next show and make some real money! She had also heeded her guide’s advice and tried desperately to keep her G cup breasts as constantly in motion and thrust out as much as her poor spine and aching shoulders would allow! It was paying off, in an initial cast of one hundred she had just managed to make the every other episode cut and had even that once managed to place well enough in the points tally to be invited to partake in the side quest bonus episode that every show had. If her guide was right and she could just place well in this episode, then she should make enough points to lose the panties and get a top that would allow her to show the mighty crescents of her auroras peaking up over its indented lip! Once she could fill the viewers screen with pussy flash shots and nipple peaks her chances of making the finial cut and into both the holiday plot double episode and into the last rounds would be very good indeed.

Better looking and bustier and more athletic girls had already fallen to the wayside, she had to think that she was rather lucky in the random draw of her guide and she continued to trust her guide implicitly. But it was no sure thing, her guide could only see what the cameras in the immediate area saw. It could not look too far a head of her, nor did it have the slightest clue what other super heroines had entered the overall maze and the immediate maze she was currently in? A forced rape by a monster cost her a few hit points and maybe an overall percentile loss against her finial experience score for that episode, though it often meant a large amount of Maze bucks paid in bonuses, not to mention tips! But a defeat at the hands of super villainess and a forced sexual humiliation meant an end to her run on the show. And there was no telling how many super villainess or even fellow super heroines were now entering the same section of the maze with her?! All she did know was that some where in the maze clues were hidden amongst the creatures and they lead to the hidden exit and the first to find it got the most points, with decreasing points for each following there after. The maze she was in was quiet large and consisted of several levels including large above ground old fashioned hedge mazes and even a castle! The Maze was altered after each episode, so there was no telling beyond the nearest camera angle what was ahead. But her guide was experienced enough to know that this particular part of the maze usually housed seven contestants all together and at least four of them would be super villainess with the power to defeat her and bind her and rape her out of the game. Unless she defeated them and thus removed them from the next potential lineup, but the show after that one they would be eligible to compete if they still had enough points to do so!

Copper Head slowly eased up to the two side portals where the hell hound had entered and milled around the corridor from. They were blind corners into those rooms and her guide could not give her any kind of heads up, she continued forward in character, her proud super heroine strut taking full advantage of an over head camera just above the juncture of hallways and door ways, to thrust her chest out and toss her hair back for a zooming cleavage shot. Tips came rolling in, and her guide tried to locate a camera inside the room that was at mid-height. There was one, not at the base of a wall or at the corner of the ceiling but hid in a decorative scrolling work of a book case just inside the small room the Hell Hound had excited out of, before she had turned the first corner and blasted it. The guide ordered her to investigate the room for possible clues and to make sure to get her breasts fully into that camera lens on the wall! She quickly did so managing with her tall slim stature and high heels to lean forward and present a deep cleavage shot for the camera as she pretended to search the dusty book case. As the guide had suspected, the director chose that camera view for the main screen shot and the tips poured in! There was no clue of course, there wouldn’t be in the very first room found off the main corridor, but it was difficult to pass up such a choice shot like that one!

The guide sent her back out into the hallway and had her jiggle her way into the next room. The cameras flicked on for the guide as she entered the room. While the audience at home had hundreds of cameras to choose from covering all the Maze contestants, the guide only had a few dozen that covered the immediate surroundings of the super heroine or super villainess they worked with, but several of these cameras were ones not designed for the general audience as they showed some of the smoke and mirrors of the maze and thus shattered the illusion everyone strove so hard to create for the audience. Copper Head’s guide now clicked about its computer TV screen amongst these with a practiced eye finding the one which would let it help its partner to complete and if possible win this episode of the maze! The guide for Copper Head now clicked on one of the small box images framing its screen and this image quickly swelled up and replaced the large main image, this was one of the non-audience support cameras and it showed the wires and holding rig of some of the props hanging down from the over head stone ceiling, as well as two small cameras angling down into the room. The guide paused on this image and paned the camera about despite the complaint that this usually generated from the director who would snap it back into place with the press of a button, only the crew had the right to move cameras around, but the director didn’t howl and the panned camera continued to hold the strange shape that the guide puzzled at lingering in the scaffolding rigging of the overhead fake chandelier. It was obviously a person, a figure, it wasn’t uncommon to see crew staff standing about here or there just out of the main audience camera range, ready to launch a prop or trigger a monster, but they wore the usual dusty blue costume of a crew member and this figure was wearing an odd costume unlike any the guide had ever seen before. It wasn’t one of the contestants, the guide had memorized each of their outfits before each episode. Who was it? The guide reached to key its microphone switching it to the crew channel to ask the director who this was, when it screen went dead!

Copper Head paused just inside the doorless portal of the new room. There was a small hatch in the floor leading down to a lower level and another open doorless portal leading into an unlit room or hall way to her right and another heavy oak door with iron bands and a great black blue iron face carved lock at her left. Behind her was the open hallway, which ran on to end at the foot of a dimly lit stone stair case leading up and several more doorless portals leading into either rooms or hallways rimming its course before reaching that dark stair of stone, and of course the small niche room she had just investigated where she had excitedly got so many tips for her lingering jiggling cleavage flash! She paused in growing anxiousness, there had been a slight high pitched whine and then silence in her ear piece. She bit her lip. Contestants were of course briefed on what to do if your guide went dead during a broadcast, you just sucked it up and did your best, it was a ‘live’ broadcast after all. A staff member would try and bring her a new ear piece and get it to her as soon as possible and that exchanged would be edited out in the delay loop, and she would get a bonus of Maze bucks for the technical glitch, but without a guide to assist her, maneuvering through the Maze was almost impossible. It also cut her off from the director and staff who used the same ear piece to give her basic information as necessary. There was still the occasional over head announcement and sound effect speaker system but that was only used in emergencies. There was no point in saying anything about the drop in her communication link out loud as there was no doubt dozens of expert techs working on the snafu right now, and the director would be mad to have to cut content just to edit out her out of character comments. There was nothing for it but to soldier on and do her best.

Still as Copper Head strode purposefully forward without a clue as to what to do or which direction to choose, she swallowed in anger. It wasn’t fair for her to lose her guide on the episode she got to go into the maze at the highest viewing entrance! Especially as she had spent most of her points on her stats and costume, if she lost this episode and got cut, she would have very little money to show for her months of work and long survival on this seasons show! She had worked so hard to get this far! It just wasn’t fair!

She tried to figure out where the cameras where, she could only see the occasional one up in a corner or down next to the floor, the little pin prick blue lenses invisible to each other sparkled and winked to her trained eye, but none of the angles or locations let her maximize her beautiful face in its innocent pout of grim determination, nor her shapely body in its thrusting proud sashaying stances and strides. This sucked! And where the hell was her own personal shadow cam?! Of all the bullshit! How was she suppose to make any money if her shadow cam wasn’t nearby for the audience to bid over to gain control of its zoom and angles?! In uncertainty and frustration, she placed her butt in front of the only camera she could find nearby and leaned over at her tiny waist, knees locked, to pretend to study some substance on the floor which she pretended to rub between her fingers and sniff at, all the while wiggling her shapely hips back and forth in front of the camera. Where the hell was the tech with her new ear piece?! She didn’t want to wander too far away from where she was less she make it take any longer than necessary for the tech to find her. Bullshit! She stood up and picked the open door way leading out of the room and into the dim unlit room or hallway. It was an educated guess not based on a wining strategy but on trying to make it easier for a tech to reach her. If she went back out into the main hallway and took the stairs leading out of the maze she would forfeit and lose, besides on TV the special effects had showed that stone head to slowly close its gapping jaws behind her after she had entered, though naturally it had not. If she had taken the stairs in that same hallway, leading up that she had spied in the distance that she had not explored yet she knew it would either lead her into the above ground hedge maze and be very difficult for a tech to discreetly reach her there or up into the castle which would again complicate things. Going down a level seemed somehow unwise in the immediate moment, as lower levels tended to harbor stronger monsters, and the locked door obviously required a key she must locate elsewhere (more than likely in the lower level where the trap door right before the locked door lead!) and probably guarded by a boss monster which made her flinch at the prospects of tackling a boss creature without her guide! The only choice she seemed to have was either return to the main hallway and check out some of the other rooms lying between her and the upward leading stair case, or else enter the next room this room lead into dim and dark as it was. She knew from her training that audiences hated back tracking and boldly stepped into the murk of the room beyond.

The room was a ‘rotary’, that is in Maze speak, it was a round circular shaped room with several doors set in its wall, spokeing out from its radiated central axis. This one was further complicated in that it had a spiral iron stair case puncturing the center of the stone bridal cake like room, that lead both up through a hole in the low ceiling and down through the floor as well. With nothing for it, Copper Head chose the nearest door to her right and flung it open. A short hallway leading to a right angle turn bending to the left and down, she entered the hallway and moved quickly to the corner of the hallway and poked her head around it and peered down it. A small dim flickering torch (actually an electric bulb made to look like an open flame torch) dimly illuminated the slowly downward pitching hall way that ran about thirty meters and then again turned abruptly at a downward slant. She inched past the corner and shot anxious glances to either side out of the corner of her eye mask, try as she might she couldn’t make out any tell tale camera lenses in the dim fluttering orange light and moved forward swiveling her hips and pouncing her boobs up in each stride as much as she could, trying not to frown at the ungainly predicament she now found herself in. It would be hard for a tech to approach her here in a narrow hallway, she had to find a more open room quickly!

At the next corner she peered around and saw that the sloping hallway lead down to an iron grating, in her head she could already sense millions of viewers clicking off of her and onto other contestants. If it’s a dead end, I’m fucked! She hurried to it exaggerating every spherical quake of her firm body as she could, straining not to pant or wince at the effort and reached the grating in a few dozen strides.

Thankfully it was not locked with a paddle lock but instead a color coded small number on the lock. Paddle locks always meant corresponding keys to locate and find, locks with a small tiny color number on them meant they could be forced open or unlocked elsewhere by a lever. Without her guide or the director to look up the lock number on the daily changing prop sheet, and tell her what its stats were, she could only grasp the jamb and bars and tug. The door didn’t budge. It apparently was rated above her strength level. She stood back and leveled her right arm at it and pressed her bracelet with her left hand. There of course was nothing to note of this much over acted action. And she could only grab a hold of the jamb and bars again and see if her spent blast had any effect upon the grating. It slide easily under her hands, the computer sensor built into it registering the blast that only showed up on the super imposed special effect rendered live TV broadcast. She had seen a recent recording of her in action once and had marveled at the increased special effect look of her point bought blast had been. Her most recent posters available for sale in the three dimensional mall outside the coliseum, showed her in a leaping stance wreathed in the green flame of the charge up of the expensive blast as she blasted a pack of snarling level seven giant core dragons, a creature she had never fought nor could ever hope to win against with her current stats, but the poster sold reasonably well, and she liked how her butt looked in it as it peaked out from under her short skirts flying hem.

Passing through the side sliding grate she stepped in only to have an overhead door slam shut loudly behind her. It scared the hell out of her and she rolled forward away from it. It was just the kind of thing a guide or director would warn you about, and without them suddenly so dangerous! Even without the dubbed in sound effects, the clang of the live prop and its near death swoosh down upon her had Copper Head’s hart beating fierily in her throat!

She rolled to a squat and paused for a witty rejoinder and a wide leg crouched crotch shot and cleavage jiggle, hoping she was facing a camera, and launched herself to her booted feet. Regardless, she was not going back up through that path again, nor was a tech going to reach her from that avenue as well. She moved slowly forward and surveyed the large spacious room she now found herself trapped in. It was irregular in features and had many balconies and carved gargoyles and cut out high vaulted ceiling hallways leading off in all directions. A strong white light glared from a high stone rail large circular pit centered in the misty rooms great glyphic floor. Copper Head moved in a semi-crouch that took all her concentration and taught muscle to maintain her learned shimmy of her large ass and tits in such a position and approached the stone lip to peer cautiously down.

She had to admit that she was surprised, something she had not been on the show for several weeks, frightened; yes, startled; yes, unnerved; certainly, but not surprised, she had thought herself too jaded by all the bizarre going on in the maze for that! But surprised the young Lincoln Nebraska high school drop out was, for there about ten meters below her perch, was Glam Girl, Rubber Maid, The Cougar, and some utterly unknown obvious super villainess trading what looked to be rather real punches and kicks in the rotary room below. Glam Girl seemed to have gotten the worse of it, as the former magician assistant-Las Vegas show girl- and master of escapes, clutched her ribs under one of her enormous breasts, blood trickling out of her nose and the corner of her small mouth, and crouched unsteadily upon some broken statuary at the rim of the melee. Rubber Maid was suppose to be made entirely out of rubber and thus impervious to blunt blows, but the way the villainess kept kicking her in her humongous black latex clad tits causing the former meter maid from Des Moines Iowa to howl in shrieks of pain, you couldn’t tell it! The Cougar, a thirty something divorcee from the New Jersey east coast with an insatiable hunger for teen cock and publicly proud of it, launched herself at the back of the statuesque super villainess slashing with her titanium claws which could cut through anything like butter, only to have the plastic claws do nothing to deter the hour glass figured villainess from continuing her pummeling of Rubber Maid. Something was definitely wrong here, the bitch wasn’t following script! She wasn’t acknowledging the other girls power stats!? Where were the staff and security guards to throw her out of the maze for such illegal actions?! With a flick of her wrist, the villainess through The Cougar through the air and the hapless cat suited super heroine slammed back first into a very solid oak door!

“You fucking bitch!” The Cougar hissed through bloody teeth breaking out of her character and subjecting her to fine in points and money and possible dismissal from the game. Not that that would probably matter or likely to occur considering the situation surreally playing out below! Copper Head shrunk back as an oddly clad woman appeared suddenly at her side. The woman surveyed the scene below and raised her hand from out of her emerald velvet cloak, her long fingered hand spread wide and she shouted out, “you have disobeyed the will of your high father foolish girl. Now by his command I take your forbidden play and make it real!” There was a flash of blinding light and then all the power went out all over the Earth. In the suddenly dark cavernous room, a new light slowly emerged from the sunken well of the rotary room of its center. A bluish light that flared in the inky dark, that quickly shown the previously blinded blinking Copper Head, that the lone cloaked figure once next to her had utterly vanished. She peered into the well to see the source of this eerie light, and found to her shock that the light originated from the outstretched hand of Glamour Girl. Who seemed equally shocked and perhaps even more in truth, from the look on her face, terrified, as she starred at her glowing gloved hand.

Copper Head reached for the stone baluster railing around the pits lip to pull herself back up to her feet and felt the heavy stone crumble under her newly crushing grasp. Her bracelets were gone! In their place two copper head snake tattoos lined her palms. She rubbed at them, with widening eyes neither the snake heads nor the usually difficult to stay on bronze sparkle powder she wore on her skin would smear off her body! What the hell was going on!

“Well, it would seem daddy thinks he can spoil my fun by making all your mortal mocking powers real? Well, I’ll just show him that an immortal can never be beaten by mortal scum like you! But to be fair and have no rub in the works of my potent claim of right of might, and so all the immortals may gather to see my victory, I will a lot you one week of your mortal sense of time, before I shall come for you! Learn your new fledgling powers well, my sweets, for I wish you to prove worthy as well as entertaining! Until then! Live to fear me! For ‘Judgment’ shall come for you all!” And the hour glass figured woman bellow disappeared in a flash of light and giggles of echoing mirth!

“What the fuck was that?!” The Cougar raised herself to her feet only to draw back in shock as her claws cut easy swaths in the naked marble stone wall she leaned against.

“We…we, have…powers?” Glamour Girl whispered at her glowing hand.

“I’m made out of fucking rubber!” Rubber Maid screamed, “And I’m suddenly insatiably horny just like my fucking fake bio states! Oh Gwad I need to cumm!” A wet slurping sound issued from Rubber Maids swollen wet rubbery pussy lips!

“What the fuck do we do now?!” The Cougar shrieked as a slight leap aimed to land beside and assist the naked hairless Rubber Maid sent her over shooting her target and soaring across the room and flipping off the far wall! “Shit!” She landed in a confused crouch! Her claw retracting and snapping our of her fingers in fear, making a rapid tapping clacking noise on the hard floor.

“I’ll tell ya what we do.” Copper Head stood up tall at the railing and removed her useless ear piece from her ear and let it drop to the floor of the well below as all the others looked up at her and removed their silent ear pieces as well. “We learn to fight as a team with our new super powers or else in a weeks time that bitch will come back and slaughter us one by one!” A low long moan rose up from below Copper Heads feet, “and for gods sake someone find Rubber Maid a dildo before she goes insane!”