The Perverse Japanese Game Show

Dave had a few ideas on what he could expect during his short trip to Japan. Though he had never visited before, he knew that Japan was infamous for their weird game shows and inventive pop culture. He wasn't particularly interested in any of that. The only reason he had taken a trip to Japan was to visit his step-daughter, Roxy. This is why he was so taken aback when the option to participate in some obscure game show had presented itself.

Roxy was a senior in college and had been studying abroad for almost the entirety of her last year. She had begged her step-father to come visit so she could show off the Japanese culture and hotspots that she had been taking in for the past few months.

She was staying in Shibuya, and after showing her dad the sights in the city, she also took him to see Mount Fuji from a distance, which was barely visible through-out a dense fog, and an Otaku town called Akihabara that she enjoyed frequenting. It was on those streets that Dave and her daughter were approached by a zany looking character.

The man was wearing wacky, colorful garb and was holding a gold painted microphone. Behind the man, appeared another man in a funny animal costume that was holding a large camera on his shoulder.

"Oy!" The man with the microphone asked, "Americans?"

Dave hated being approached by salesmen or the like. As he approached the age of forty, he had become impatient with strangers and decided that these people were up to something he didn't care for. He began shaking his hand out in front of him as a polite way to decline to listen to them, but then noticed how Roxy's face had lit up.

"Yes!" she replied to the two men.

"Oohhh!!! Very good!" The man with the mic said enthusiastically.

At that point, Dave felt like he had to go along. His step-daughter laughed at the wackiness of the man.

"You are... famiree?" The man asked with his strong asian accent.

Dave chuckled and grabbed his daughter's shoulder while saying, "Yes. I'm her father."

"Ohh!" The man said excitedly. "You are perfect for our game! Come pray and earn money!"

While clapping her hands together and looking giddy, Roxy smiled and said, "How fun! Dad, wouldn't that be fun?"

Dave rubbed his forehead and was clearly not as interested as Roxy was.

"Is it on TV or something?" Dave asked the man while gesturing towards the cameraman.

The man nodded and replied in his stereotypical asian accent, "Yes, yes. Is on Japa-fun!" They pay to watch it, and it is why we pay you to pray the game!"

"What kind of game is it?" Roxy asked with eyes wide in excitement.

"Is exciting! Many charrenges" The man replied, "It is fast. It is fun, and we pay you each two-thousand dowwers!"

Roxy slapped her dad's chest.

"Yeah, but, you still didn't tell us what kind of -" Dave was interrupted by the man.

He grabbed Dave's wrist and started guiding towards a building while saying, "Come! Come! Prease, I show you!"

"Oh crap... Roxy are you sure about this?" He asked her nervously while chuckling.

"Come on, Dad!" she said and followed behind while placing her hands on his shoulders and laughing. "How bad can it be?"

For the next ten minutes, the two of them were brought through several hallways, signed some waivers that were all written in Japanese, and were taken into a small studio that was basically a big room with some expected objects set up. These included lighting props, cameras, and boom mics hanging from the ceiling. The room had white tiled floor and no windows. Dave also noticed various props that must have been used for the game show. There was something that looked like a Pommel horse, something that looked like a cushy see-saw, and there was also what looked like two shower stalls placed about ten feet away from each other.

Dave started to get nervous, because nothing seemed to make any sense about the room. At least, not compared to any game show that he was used to seeing. The two of them were separated by a few set workers who were also in costumes, and Dave could hear one of them ask his daughter, "You are over eighteen?"

He shrugged it off, guessing that most game shows require consenting adults as participants. He wasn't surprised that they had to ask her though, because he knew that his daughter looked a few years younger than most 21-year-olds. He didn't like thinking about it for too long, but he thought that Roxy had grown up to become a beautiful young woman who was bound to make some guy lucky one day. She would typically either wear her long, thick brown hair up in a ponytail, or would have it curled. When it was wavy like that, it reminded Dave of a flowing waterfall that went down and around her head. Dave always thought she looked beautiful when her hair was down and had those waves in it, and she just so happened to have her hair done that way during his visit.

She also was short in stature, being just barely over 5 feet in height. She wasn't fat by any means, but she had healthy curves that often accentuated her thighs, hips, and butt. Her chest was busty enough that Dave always felt awkward giving her hugs, because her boobs were always the first thing he would feel being mashed up against his chest. He knew that it was wrong for thinking about them, but he couldn't help but notice how they felt each and every time that they hugged each other. He always brushed off that feeling of awkwardness, because after all, he was a typical man, and she wasn't technically his daughter. Besides, he knew that most men are hardwired for that sort of thing anyway.

After being guided into a small changing room and being thrown some strange clothes while the Japanese people shouted instructions at him, he deduced that he was to change into the costume. A man stood there as he stripped down to his underwear. As Dave went to put on the costume, the man shouted at him in an indication to take off his underwear as well. Dave turned his back to the man and obliged him, though he was beginning to feel more and more regret in agreeing to do the game. After zipping up the costume, he looked down to realize how silly he looked. He was wearing pants that were tight and colorful, similar to what a gymnast would wear. Right at his crotch, was the face of an elephant with it's big dumpy ears made from a fabric hanging down on either side. The strangest part though he thought, was that his flaccid penis was tucked perfectly into the only space it could go, an inside pocket of the pants, and that the pocket was shaped and decorated as the trunk of the elephant.

'What the..." Dave said to himself as he slapped the side of the elephant's trunk to confirm that his penis was indeed filling out the shape of the loose fabric trunk. Though Dave was shirtless, the Japanese man walked over and pointed out that the costume had suspenders. After Dave wrapped them over his shoulders, he now only felt partially exposed, being that only his shoulders and arms were bare. Dave wondered what kind of costume his daughter was having to change into, and hoped that it was at least more appropriate than his own costume.

Dave was then guided back out and was placed in one of the half open shower stalls. The helpers took shackles and clamped each of them around his ankles and wrists.

"Woah, woah! What is this for?" Dave asked the men.

Suddenly the cheesy host appeared again and replied to him, "Easy! Is all part of the show. We do it aww the time!"

Dave looked down and noticed that the chains to his feet were bolted to the floor and only gave him enough slack to shuffle around in one place. The chains to his wrists were coming from the ceiling and were luckily long enough that his arm's movements weren't restricted as much. He had never been in any situation like that, and it made him feel like a criminal.

"Guys... I don't know about-" Dave began to say before getting cut off by his attention being drawn to his step-daughter entering.

She was wearing a tight, form-fitted dress that barely reached halfway down her thighs. The top of the dress was strapless and stretched across her chest like a tube top. As she was guided over to take her place in the other open shower stall, she would try hiking down her dress because of how awkwardly short it was. As she waved to her step-dad nervously and abashed at her attire, Dave noticed that she was also barefoot, and that her cute toes were painted a bright red color that coincidently matched the dress that she had on.

"This is kinda weird, right?" She asked him rhetorically.

Dave felt ashamed that blood was beginning to rush to his penis. He knew that it wasn't right to be turned on by his daughter's appearance no matter what she was wearing, but it had been a very long time since he had seen any woman wearing something as skimpy as the dress she had on. He had to convince himself that it would be hard for any man not to be turned on by how sexy she looked.

"Wow, Dad. You look ridiculous," she said while laughing and looking him up and down.

Dave smiled anxiously while looking down at his outfit to say agreeingly, "I know! I feel silly!"

He then realized that the elephant's trunk was bouncing from side to side with his movements, and remembered that his dick was quite obviously inside of it. He went to cover his crotch before Roxy could notice. Luckily, it appeared that her attention was drawn elsewhere.

They shackled her in a similar way as her father, except that her shackles were pink and fuzzy. They slowly raised up the chains connected to her wrists until she was practically forced onto her tippy toes. Dave saw her dress consequently get hiked up until the bottom was just mere inches away from her hips. Dave cursed in his head and realized that the show was probably going to be a little perverse. He only hoped that things wouldn't be taken too far. He tried to stay positive and imagined that hopefully soon, his step-daughter and him would be laughing about it all.

"Hey, Dad," she said from the other stall while chuckling nervously, "I don't know what's about to happen, but... no matter what happens, thanks for going along, and I love you!"

Dave smirked and was cut off while trying to reply, "Sure thing, kiddo. I love -"

Suddenly, some corny sounding game music began playing and the host was seen taking the center of the room while shouting in Japanese to the many cameras. Dave noticed that at all times, there was a camera pointed at himself and another pointed at his daughter.

Dave took a deep breath and said in his mind, Here we go...

The host went around the room gesturing to the two contestants, and throughout his untranslatable ramblings, Dave could at least make out some words that were said in broken English like, "Father," "Daughter," and "Americans."

A few helpers entered the room in costumes and masks. One of them wheeled out a strange looking exercise bike, while another one had a large ball of gnarled up rope. The rope was handed to Dave, while the exercise bike was parked near Roxy. As one person hopped on the bike to take position, another walked over to Roxy and started blowing a party horn at various parts of her body. The paper attached to the end of the horn would unravel and tickle her skin. She giggled light-heartedly and played along for the show, trying to hide her anxiousness. The man with the party horn then produced scissors and snipped at the bottom of her dress. He then took a strand and pulled on it to place the end of it on the back wheel of the bike. It became obvious to them that the bike was meant to pull on the string and possibly unravel her dress.

"Wait, what?!" She asked nervously, "Are they... Are they serious?"

The host then approached Dave and pointed to the knotted up rope in his hands. The host said, "Rules of game, simple! You untie! The bike stop! Ready?"

Dave knew that it would be no easy task, because there were at least a hundred knots.

"That's impossible!" he exclaimed.

"Ichi! Ni! San!" The host shouted and a whistle was heard.

As they had expected, the person on the bike began pedaling and the string from the bottom of her dress began wrapping around the back wheel, unraveling her dress slowly. Her dress was obviously designed to be done this way, because the string could be seen going from left to right and back to repeat again with ease.

"Oh my god! This is messed up!" Roxy said to herself while trying to squirm out of her handcuffs with little success.

As Dave began turning the knotted ball around frantically to find a loose end, he heard his daughter say, "You can do it, Dad!"

He appreciated the encouragement, and for a moment, thought he might have a chance. His spirit was broken though when he looked up at his daughter to find that her dress had already shortened enough that he could see the very bottom of an ass cheek. He knew that in less than a minute, her crotch would be exposed. He remembered that he was asked not to wear any underwear and was curious to know if she was asked to do the same. He wasn't sure that he could handle seeing his step-daughter's muff for the first time. He decided that he would try to look away just in case.

"Are you wearing anything else?" Dave had to practically shout to ask her across the commotion and wacky noises that filled the room for the game show, "Like, underneath?"

She was flustered by what was going on so she stammered to shout back, "Uh - I - yeah! I am!"

Thank god, Dave thought to himself. He felt better knowing that she at least had underwear on. It had been years since he had seen her in a bikini, and figured it couldn't be any different than that.

Minutes passed that felt like days to Dave, and he had still only gotten a dozen knots out so far. Meanwhile, the once red dress that Roxy wore looked more like a tight t-shirt now. When Dave glanced up to see her progress, he couldn't help but do a double take. Her small, pink and frilly panties could now be seen completely and Dave realized that he was wrong. It was nothing like a bikini. Her camel toe could be seen through her panties, and they didn't leave much to the imagination.

The man with the party horn appeared again and began blowing it against her bare legs and panties while she writhed in her bound state upon her toes. A fake laugh track could be heard almost constantly throughout the chaos.

"Ah!" Roxy screamed and tried to shoo away the strange man, "Stop that!"

Dave found it harder and harder to concentrate on untying the knots, and he still had more than half of it to go. The host approached Dave and began speaking in Japanese again. The man pointed to Roxy and was clearly asking questions that Dave didn't understand. As Dave looked up to see why he was pointing, he noticed that the dress was now well above her belly button, and that a small belly-button piercing could be seen.

I didn't know she had that, Dave said to himself.

Dave then followed her body up to meet with her eyes. For a good while, they stared at each other as if trying to read each other's thoughts. Her beautiful eyes now looked less joyful as before, and more so towards showing helplessness and humiliation. She bit her bottom lip and winced at the fact that the dress was nearly up to her breasts now.

The host then laughed, took one of his hands and started tapping upward on the bottom of the elephant trunk on Dave's pants while Dave struggled to continue holding the knot in both hands. It was impossible to ignore that the man was slapping Dave's now semi-erect penis.

"Hey! Hey!" Dave shouted at the man, now feeling a bit violated. He then noticed by Roxy's gaze that she was then curiously transfixed on the elephant trunk as if trying to figure out what it was.

Dave tried to say over all of the noise of the show, "Oh! No, babe! Don't look-"

It was too late. She had put two and two together and realized that her father's hard-on was the elephant's trunk. She gasped and looked away in shock. Dave knew her mind must have been racing. Perhaps she felt weird knowing that she had uncontrollably caused her step-dad to get a boner. Dave noticed that she had glanced back as if to make sure she hadn't imagined it.

Determined to change her train of thought, Dave admitted his failure over the challenge. "Honey? I'm sorry but I can't do it! These knots are impossible!"

While making a point not to look down at her father's crotch again, she said, "That's okay. I know..."

She grimaced and groaned in the last moments of the stage in knowing that she would soon be forced to stand in her underwear for the cameras.

"Is this really on TV?" She asked the host.

He laughed and said, "Yes! It is rive TV! Very popurawr!"

To Dave's relief once again, her breasts underneath the dress appeared to be covered by a tight, white tube top. However, just like the underwear, the tube top material was thin enough that her nipples could be seen poking out from beneath. With only a few layers of strands left, Dave gave up on the knot and waited for the dress to be completely unwound.

Whistles and a siren went off as the host said, "Stage one! Fail!"

Stage one? Dave repeated in his mind.

Roxy must have been thinking the same thing because she said it outloud as well.

The helpers then came back to carry the bike and knotted rope away. Meanwhile the host said something in Japanese and it seemed obvious that they had cut to a commercial because people began running around to clear and reset objects around the set.

Dave went back to covering his "trunk" with his hands and looked to see how Roxy was holding up. It was definitely a strange sight, having to see his step-daughter helplessly bound in front of him. He looked her down, starting with the pink fuzzy shackles around her wrists. Her bare arms, he had seen a thousand times, but he realized that he had never seen her shaved armpits before. Oddly, it was a sight that made her appear more vulnerable. He noticed her nervous gaze, and her wavy brown hair that nearly reached down to the tube top. As he looked down at her chest, he could tell that her boobs were being forced together because of the tube top. He wondered why the fabric was so thin that it almost looked like paper. He then looked at her shimmering belly-button piercing that served as a beauty mark for her toned stomach, then he checked out the frilly edged panties that hugged her wide hips.

Jesus, Dave thought. This would have been a lot easier if she didn't have an awesome body.

Dave then turned his attention to what was being set up in front of him, and had no idea what it could possibly be. Almost directly in the middle of him and his step-daughter, was a turret-like device on top of a tripod that was wired up and had hoses running to it. The barrel of the device was quite long and was pointed in Roxy's direction. Then in between the barrel and Dave was a large metal ring that was also on it's own tripod.

"Why did we agree to this, Roxy?" Dave asked in an attempt to lighten both of their moods.

She managed to chuckle in sarcasm while shaking her head, "I don't know... It's my fault, really. I was just thinking of the money."

Then the show must have returned from commercial, because the corny music started playing again and the host returned to the center of the room. He had a long metal rod in his hand and he gestured it towards Dave first. Then he pointed it towards Roxy while explaining what must have been the rules to the next game to the Japanese audience. The host then walked over to the turret-like device and pushed a button. After a few seconds, a liquid came shooting out of the barrel continuously and ricocheted off the ceiling.

"Woooo!!!" the host exclaimed in a silly manner while trying to point and control the barrel.