A Day Deferred (non-canon)

Ben awoke with a jolt, knowing on instinct that he was in danger but his mind not quite remembering why. As he sits up in his bed, his heart eases, if just a bit. Yuki is gone. He half expected her to be standing over him, still basking in her victory even as he slept.

It is only then, once his mind has taken stock, that he realizes Yua is gone. He is alone, truly alone. The wall is solid once more, and Ben can’t help but wonder if it was a nightmare. Though he can’t help but laugh, as it feels like he’s always had that thought in the back of his head, wondering if this whole godforsaken place was a nightmare or the result of running off the road in the snowstorm. Still, as he thinks some more, his fear returns.

What if Yua is gone? What if now that Yuki showed Ben her former husband in the walls, she considered her useless or something? What if she is in danger?

Ben shook his head, to clear away those panicked thoughts. No. If anything, Yua was safe precisely because Marika, er, Mark?, Marika?, precisely because her former husband was here. Yuki wouldn’t let such torment end after a single session. No, the two of them are linked, and so long as Yuki finds Marika amusing, Yua was as safe as could be.

Still, that left the question, where was she? Maybe like Maricela she was cooking, and unlike Maricela, Ben had caught her in the act. With that in mind, Ben stood and quickly walked the length of the bedroom and living room to the kitchen.

So quickly that he scared the person on the other side of the door. Ben was scared too, but as he saw the familiar clothing, he knew who this intruder was and that it wasn’t a dream. She jumped and tried to flee at the sight of him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” Ben quickly called as he tried to catch her. It was as he turned the corner that he saw an opening in the wall that wasn’t there before: the entrance to Marika’s room. The girl dove through the entrance and tried to close the door behind her, only to find it was jammed.

“It’s ok, you don’t need to run away.” Ben reached forward, offering his hand, trying to seem as unthreatening as possible. “I… I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” And it was clear he had interrupted her, as he heard the sound of bacon frying in a pan behind him.

The girl's expression was hard to judge with the panel gag covering half of her face, like some ninja mask. Still, she must have decided to trust him, as she took her hand off the hidden door and slowly passed him skittishly, back to where she was cooking. All the while her eyes tracked him with a mix of apprehension and… hope? Or maybe some other positive emotion? It was hard to tell, but at the very least it wasn’t the feelings Ben worried he would find there: Anger, hate, pain. There was fear, but in a way that almost seemed to evaporate a bit more with each step.

As she took her place back at the stove, Ben finally got a good look at her. She really was cute. Her french maid outfit ended just above her ass, which immediately gave way to white stockings. She also wore white fingerless gloves that extended halfway up her arm. She wore small kitten heels and to top it off she had a maid cap. It was really like she had stepped out of an erotic film. Or, more accurately, that Ben had stepped into one.

Ben took a cautious step, but Marika only seemed to flinch a little before continuing to cook. Ben wasn’t sure how to proceed, but he decided the best destination was the table. He saw a piece of paper laying there. Ben felt a new flash of terror, but tried to steel his courage to read the obvious letter.

Dear Ben,
Ohayo gozaimasu! I’m sure you have many questions. Where is Yua? Why is Marika not hiding any more? What am I expecting of you today?
Well, here’s an explanation to start. Today is not the 24th of December. It is in fact, the 23rd part 2. I wanted you two to have some quality time together. I want you to really get to know our new contestant. Make her feel welcome, come to know her, including in the biblical sense. So I squirreled away a few hours yesterday, or rather today, in order to give you time now. It would be a real rough time, trying to go straight from an introduction directly into a challenge.

You should talk with her, go shopping with her, as yes, she does need to compete tomorrow in the competition. Now, I’m sure you’d be quick to point out, “Wait, how can I talk with her when she’s gagged?” Well, here’s the deal with her toys.

You can remove them and only you can. If anyone else tries, they will find that the plug is too big, and they can’t find the mechanism on the back of her gag. This will stay true for the rest of the competition, including any new ones that her Goshujin-sama sees fit to give her. She can be without her toys for a span of 4 hours, but like a security blanket, she’ll find that she starts to panic if she leaves them out for too long. So then she’d need to find you to remove them again. Don’t worry though, I’ve handled pesky human things like hunger and so forth, so she won’t suffer any worse for wear from wearing them near continuously. It might be a bit hard to engage with the other girls, but I think it’ll be cute if she struggles to communicate. There is nothing cuter than a girl going above and beyond to communicate with people who can’t easily understand her!

Have fun and enjoy your extra day!
Yuki
PS Use your points to help her buy her gift. Unless I was wrong and you want Marika eliminated immediately. That could be fun too! About your little kink. I know you enjoyed my little show last night. But I won’t tell the contestants if you don’t, Go-shu-jin-sa-ma! You’re well on your way to be a perfect master, try to show Marika a good time!
PPS There might be some odd things that happen, but don’t worry, that’s just time buckling, you and Marika will be safe.

Ben puts down the letter, the postscript a cruel indictment. I mean sure, he’d always found transwomen attractive. He’d never dated one before, but not out of ****, just because they were sort of rare and he hadn’t purposefully aimed for it. But just like before, Yuki had drawn another one of his unspoken desires to the forefront, that like the others, his fetish had caused her recruitment to this sick game. And she was telling the truth about last night… as he heard what Yuki had done to Mark to make her into Marika, he had felt… arousal. He could lie to himself, try to say it was Yua beneath him, her pussy around his cock, but… God fucking damn it, this place was getting to him. Hearing how Yuki twisted Mark was hot. Just a few weeks ago, she’d been a man just like Ben. And now she was Marika, a cute girl, a cute **** girl, another one for Ben to play with. And Ben’s traitorous cock grew hard as he imagined it. Every inch of her had been exposed last night, and now she was his…

Ben was shaken from his thoughts as the plate landed on the table in front of him. Marika held her hands above her skirt, waiting for something. For permission to leave or maybe for him to give some other order? Ben sat there stunned for a moment, then stood up. The girl retreated, looking like she might run again, but instead submissively lowered her eyes to the floor.

Ben reached around her head, finding a place with a bit of give. With a click of the latch the panel gag comes out, and the dildo of the dildo gag pops free of Marika’s mouth. Her lips almost seem to chase the dildo but soon it is free and Ben places it on the table. Ben can’t help but sneak a glance at it, sure enough the thing was a perfect replica of his own cock, at the moment soft.

With her face finally revealed, Ben is struck by just how gorgeous she was. It was hard to even believe she was trans, given how immaculately feminine her features were, how absent any of the small signs were. Magic could be scary, but it left pristine work.

But that left the uncomfortable truth: Every time he had cum, he’d made her cuter. Every one of Ben’s “experiences” with the others had changed Marika that much more. At the moment she was cute, but by the end of this, would she be super model cute? Her breasts were already large, would she almost look grotesque by the end? And how big would her ass be, how sensitive?

Ben still hadn’t said much, and despite her nature Marika broke the silence: “Umm, are you ok, Goshujin-sama? Do you need me to do something else for you? ...Or may I leave and return to my room?” Marika’s eyes went wide at the implication she wanted to run from him. “Not that I want to leave you! But if you don’t have any further need of me, I would understand if you sent me away…”

Her eyes are down, her expression clearly nervous as her hands grip at the material of her skirts. She’s shy, Ben thought. Yua had said they were shy before, but did it get worse? Yamato Nadeshiko pushes them to be more demure, but this is ridiculous.

“No, I think that I would like you to stay. Please sit down across from me, Where’s your breakfast?” Marika looks down. “Uh, I wasn’t expecting to need one. I haven’t really eaten anything for four days… And I didn’t know you could remove my gag, so I wasn’t expecting that to change...”

Ben smiles. “Oh, did you not read the letter? It clearly explains it, right here.” Ben hands the letter to her, not even thinking about the postscript. Marika shook her head and she handed it back to him. “Well, I saw the piece of paper, Goshujin-sama. I don’t know why you’re talking about a letter though.” And then out of the corner of his eye, Ben realizes that the paper is blank. Maybe that it had always been blank.

Fucking magic. “Oh well, of course. Anyways, I can remove any of the things from you. Well, except for the cage I think.” Marika looks down, clearly embarrassed. Ben, you idiot, the other thing is a buttplug. Did you expect her to lift her skirt right there? Ben’s eyes flit to the dildo gag that lay on the table between the two, now at Ben’s full length.

There is an awkward silence, but slowly Marika speaks. “That’s uh, good I guess. Goshujin-sama, if you want, you could. I, uh, don’t really mind though. You should eat your food though, before it gets cold.”

Unsure of how to even really talk to her, Ben takes the out, his hands going to the fork and knife like he was caught slacking at work. As he shovels the first slice of French toast into his mouth, he can’t help but smile. “This is delicious.” Marika looks at him, blushes, and looks down. “Thank you.”

Ben continues to eat, but he tries to ask questions as he sees his companion sit with no food, despite the fact that she is free. “So, did you cook before you came here? How did you decide what to make?”

Marika looks down. “No, I was sort of bad at cooking before I came here. When… when I first started, Yuki waved her hands and told me that she was just filling in the gaps, and I became an amazing cook. Hmmm… And… well this might not make sense, but it almost feels like I’m a line chef, that as I stand in front of the counter, that I just know what to make. And it was easier than previous, as Yuki wasn’t doing what she described as… supervision. Aw… She treated me like some waitress at a truckstop most days, with where her hands went…”

It was clear as she continued talking that the color was rising in her cheeks. The small moans that she released as she talked were barely hidden, but each time she seemed to shrink a bit further down into her chair. At first Ben thought that it was because of the words she was speaking. How humiliating it must be to just suddenly become a great cook just because that’s what is expected of women, while being manhandled by Yuki no less…. Ben stopped his questioning, afraid of humiliating her further, but her visible shame continued to grow. it was clear that she continued to grow more aroused too, her body posture sagging as her eyes seemed to take on a more distant look. And then Ben added it up.

“Her buttplug fucks her whenever you penetrate one of your women, and rewards her when you enjoy the work of her domesticity, enjoying her meals, enjoying her cleaning.”

The words from Yuki echo from last night, as he looks at Marika. Ben didn’t know to what extent it was pleasuring her. Was it just sending pleasure signals to her brain? No, knowing the source was the plug, it was probably a much more direct approach.

Marika noticed Ben put down his utensils with recognition in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to stop on my account, but in a way, stopping and starting again is worse. The vibrations don’t bother me too much, they’re sort of pleasurable. So, I know that you realized it, that you’re thinking about it, but please, go ahead…” She looks down, clearly embarrassed. Part of Ben realizes this is unavoidable. Ben needs to eat. And while the others ate at the dining rooms, Ben had never been served there. He could have whoever was sharing his bed that night cook in the morning like Maricela had, but… well would that come across as a mercy, or a torment to this girl? And Ben had never woken up without a meal being prepared, never returned without the same. It was like he was being trained to be waited on, hand and foot, never even given the option of preparing food for himself. Or rather, those around him are being trained to take away all his mundane responsibilities.

Ben lifts the fork to his mouth with a piece of bacon, accepting that like the others, he is complicit, but not responsible for the sexual torment of the women around him. Ben eats the rest of the food in silence while Marika tries to suppress her moans.