A Night Relinquished (non-canon)

“Stop.”

“Yes sir.”

Marika’s hand stroked Ben’s cock, while he guided her by the shoulder to the stairs on the first floor. She unintentionally misinterpreted him. She only stopped walking forward, but her hand continued stroking his cock, which was continuing to harden even as he willed it down. Ben put more authority in his voice.

“Continue walking. Don’t touch my cock.” Marika’s assent seemed to have a bit of gratitude mixed with its normal droning, or at least Ben hoped it did. They climbed the grand stairs together slowly. The next set of stairs on the opposite side of the hall from the landing. Before they could reach it, Ben felt Marika slowing again.

Her knees were knocking together with each step, her gait growing more unsteady, and her eyes seeming to go even more glassy. “Keep moving. Go to my bedroom.”

She whimpers instead, falling to her knees. “I can’t, sir. I need it. Please, give me your cock. I need to suck it.” The first words were tinged with the droning cadence caused by his commands, but the words that followed were her own. They sound like the words of an addict suffering withdrawal, not truly her own. Not even his own control could overcome the magic now. His words were useless, at least when it came to getting her to move. If not her feet…

So Ben made a decision. “Hold this.” He gave her the present, in its snow white wrapping paper with little snowflakes and smiling Yuki chibi drawings. And she took it with her little ‘yes, sir.’ Ben crouched down, his hands going to her ass and shoulders.

The slight woman was more than Ben was used to carrying. Still, Ben easily lifted her into the air, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was stronger than he should be. _Damn Yuki and her stupid games. It is far more masculine to carry women like they are nothing, isn’t it Yuki? _Still, despite his strength, he couldn’t help but move slowly as he climbed the stairs with the woman in his arms, each step tentative to make sure he was firmly on it. Then the next wrinkle presented itself, as Ben’s focus broke as the next step in Marika’s descent into depravity presented itself.

The sound of ripping wrapping paper.

The box was already open, and her hand was already around the dildo.The paper fell away easily, whether due to planned ease of use when it would’ve opened in the morning or as just one more preplanned slight from Yuki and her unseen producers now. As Ben raised his voice, it was past her lips. “Put it down.” The moan around the dildo was an answer in itself, an answer of absolute need.

Ben could stop this, rip the dildo from her mouth. But then it was basically a surety that his own cock would replace it. Maybe then, she’d have another 4 hours before the need overcame her again at least…

Ben forces the thought from his mind as he presses forward, like some running back toward an endzone. I have to get to that gag. Something bad is going to happen because she tore open that present, I’m sure of it. If I can get there fast enough, I can place her on the ground and pull the dildo from her mouth. And if it cums before that, it won’t cause anything bad. Hopefully.

They had bought this item, and could reasonably say they knew what it did. Except… that was the bitch about this place. Nothing worked as intended. Or as the contestants and Ben intended anyway. Only as Yuki intended. Better not to risk it.

Ben ran as fast as he could, all the while paying attention to not lose his footing. Each moan around the dildo was a possible tragedy, every move of her head an indictment of how, even now, he feels his cock starting to stiffen. The sound of her oral worship was powerful. He felt true fear, true arousal. Please, don’t be too late. But at the same time, she’s really going at it, she seems like she’d be very enthusiastic, if I ever did give in...

As he entered his door, he heard the sound that he had been dreading. A moan, victorious, satisfied. Ben couldn’t help but look down, Marika’s eyes closed, an off white fluid leaking out of her lips as they smile around the large dildo. Ben continues along his way to the kitchen, knowing he is too late. Only for him to almost drop Marika.

Her body shifts in his arms, her hips moving as her ass expands. Ben quickly regains his grip as a handful becomes more than that. As he finds a new hold on her soft ass, he can’t help but feel like he’s been played. As he begins to move again, Ben sighs.

Her ass expands when a girl drinks my cum. The dildo cums when she has worshiped it enough. Of course, the dildo is shaped like me. Of course it’s my cum. And do I feel her hips twitching? Well her ass did just become more sensitive as well. Those bastards. It’s like trying to escape a labyrinth with no exits. You have to keep looking for one, but you can never be sure one even exists.

“I’m in danger. There is a sizable portion of the audience that doesn’t like me. But that’s only the start of the danger. If they eliminate me, Yuki has planned something truly terrible for me. Something that even the audience might not want.”

Like some cum drunk Cassandra, Marika whispers these words. And once they are out of her mouth, the dildo laying on her chest, she begins to cry.

Ben places her on the kitchen counter, the gag sitting on the table just feet away. Not that it matters. Now Ben is trying to handle a different, more urgent fire.

“You don’t know that. Well, I mean, you do, but it’s all possibilities. There is a portion of the audience. But maybe they stopped watching when you showed up. Maybe somebody else has a bigger one. And Yuki probably has terrible plans for all of us, regardless of who gets eliminated. Maybe… maybe being eliminated isn’t that bad of a thing, if you can escape this rat race. Not that you’ll be eliminated, but even if you were… And they just heard that, so now it’s basically assured that they won’t vote you off. They’re not complete monsters. Or rather they don’t do it just for the pain. And you can win over their better instincts, if you do things that they like. I’ll help you. There’s still time, we don’t know how it will go. The prophecy won’t come true.”

Ben rattles through every excuse he can imagine, but Marika cries all the same, the flood surging, never abating. Soon Ben stops talking, embracing her as hard as he can, willing his strength to fill her. This still doesn’t help. So, he decides to give her an order, even if it would make him a monster. This place had already done its job well enough so far.

“Don’t worry.” The little mumbled ‘yes sir’ tells him it worked. Still, he isn’t quite sure until she stops crying. Soon, she places her legs over the counter. The same counter where I took Maricela days before… One of the girls will surely fall. If not Marika, Maricela seems like just as likely a candidate.

“Thank you Goshujin-sama. I know you were making good arguments. That I’m not dead yet. But the vision… it was truly terrible. Yuki’s smile… Like a cat playing with its prey, like some dragon… its head about to dip and snatch me like a grape. Then I couldn’t help myself, and I went ahead and I opened the present. Hopefully I don’t get eliminated because I didn’t bring a present.”

Ben doesn’t try to understand the depths of the fear, his arms still rubbing comfort into Marika’s back. “It’s ok I’m sure Yuki won’t penalize you for this. And you know the danger now. You can stop it. It won’t come to pass.”

“I… I hope so. It would be a sort of terrible present though, if it told you about the danger and you could never do anything about it.”

Of course it would be. Ben thought about how it was more and more likely that was almost certainly the case, but he couldn’t know it. Maybe this was just the one prophecy that looked so hopeless. Or maybe the danger that surrounded Marika was impossibly high. Being introduced so late in the game, and given her origins…

“But if you can, it’d be a fantastic present. It could save somebody’s life. It will save somebody’s life, when you win over the audience. It’s… You could have given the greatest present that anybody will give.” Ben pats her on the back, and he tries to smile.

She finally smiles back. His order had to work hard, but it had finally cut through the pain and sorrow. “You’re right. So long as you’re here, I’m safe. And if they don’t have an opinion of me, that means I can make them have a greater one than if they already hated me. So I’m going to get started.”

She jumps down off the counter, moving to the stove. Ben looks at her, smiling as she seems to put her all into cooking. Ben turns to sit at the table, hoping to continue the conversation. But as his gaze falls on the paper from that morning, he sees that it is not the words that were there before. Now it is red, like a red sharpie had been used to hastily write a new note. A clear attempt to get his attention. What terrible wisdom does Yuki have to impart now?

PPPS: Don’t forget to take Marika’s gag. Oh, whoops, did I forget to put that on the front of the sheet? Well you should’ve looked on the back, it was totally there. Well how about this? You can read it again, but Marika can’t remove the gag herself. She can’t find the hooking mechanism. Now, what if I were to tell you that she can’t find the mechanism even now. And that unless it is there, the dildo won’t deflate. And her plug will feel too big to slide back in by anyone other than you. And don’t forget to make sure she’s all snug and secure before you fall asleep or else you’ll wake up a couple hours later with your dick in her mouth or ass.

PPPPS: Try to have some fun tonight, for once in your goddamned life. You gotta put on a good show, unless you’d rather that this is your only night with her. Make it so she can barely walk the next morning, Goshujin-sama. Try to light a fire in her heart and the audience’s.

Ben flips the letter to see the section mentioned underlined in red. That definitely wasn’t there this morning.

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.

Ben crumples the paper. If only so that if Yuki writes another annoying letter, she can’t make it seem like he missed something. Still, as he throws the paper into the trash, he decides to follow at least one piece of advice. Try to have fun, unless you want it to be her last.

He walks up to Marika, who is seasoning a piece of steak. Ben leans down, kissing her neck. Marika is surprised, but as the second kiss lands, she shudders in pleasure. “I mean, I’m used to dealing with it, but don’t go too crazy. I’m not sure if you want the food to catch fire.”

“Why don’t I help? This can sort of be a date in itself, cooking together. Anything so that I can get away from that damned table until I’m ready to eat.” As if to emphasize how playful Ben is feeling, he grabs Marika’s ass. She giggles as she shifts to let him prepare the steak. But when he dropped in the meat, the sizzle stopped immediately, as though the pan suddenly went ice cold. Welp, I thought as much.

“Uh, well, I’ll prepare the salad. Hopefully the heads of lettuce don’t fall out of the matrix in my hands.” He wanders to the fridge, only to find it empty. Only for Marika to come over and reach in and grab a hitherto invisible bottle of marinade. The entire fridge was invisible at best, non-existent at worst for him. “Well I’ll… I’ll provide company.”

Marika giggles. “I’m really glad you’re trying Goshujin-sama. But really, you should just relax.” Ben looks down, but then he realizes something. “I’ll prepare the table.”

He goes to the cabinet under the sink and finds the candlesticks and candles that had previously adorned the tables. Another cabinet held the napkins and plates. The other silverware as he would normally find it. And as he turns a corner, he sees that a bucket of ice holds a bottle of wine next to the table, which had clearly not been there even moments before.

Play to the script, if they want a date, I can give them a hell of a date.

He gave the plates to Marika to serve on, as he carried the rest of his items to the table. He placed the items he had gathered, before taking the time to arrange them. But there, in the center of the table was the gag. She… she still has time. I don’t need to put it on her yet. But I need to remember. I’m responsible for her now.

He took the gag, walking to the bedroom. As he came back, he saw Marika place the plate in front of the chair he had sat in this morning. The one plate. She wasn’t going to eat again.

Ben mumbles out a few words. “You still didn’t…”

Marika shook her head. “I… I don’t feel hungry. Please, just… don’t think about it. I… I’m thankful, but I think I should leave. If… if that prophecy does come to pass… it’ll be easier this way. It’ll hurt you less.” And with that, she turns to go to her room.

“Stop.” Ben doesn’t even think about her assent, instead moving to the table. He finished setting the table, placing the candles where the gag had sat. He went to find matches, but couldn’t locate any. Then he had a bright idea. He went to the trash, grabbing the piece of paper. He uncrumpled it in order to make it easier to handle. He went to the stove, which turned on thankfully. A moment later, an edge of the crumpled paper was on fire, the page wrinkled with a small flame. He quickly rushed to light the candles.

Light a fire in her heart.

He put the burning paper into the sink, before turning on the water, dousing it. Just out of spite for Yuki, he shoved it into the garbage disposal. After he did, he grabbed the last set of items he needed, two wine glasses. As Marika saw this, she started to demure again. “It’s ok, you don’t need to do this. I don’t deserve this…”

Ben doesn’t even answer as the woman stands there, instead sitting down. “Sit down on my lap.” He was saving her from herself. As she sat down in his lap, he knew she felt the erection he had struggled to stop all of this time. As he poured the wine, he made sure to leave no room for doubt. She was eating. They were having this date.

“Take a bite of this food that you’ve made.” Marika reached for the fork and knife, taking a slice of the steak, before pushing it into her mouth. As she finished, she put down the fork and knife. She didn’t take another. Ben doesn’t accept this. “Please, I want to have this date. I… I don’t want you to die.”

Marika shakes her head. “You… I’m so lucky. To find such a handsome Goshujin-sama. One who cares for me. I always found you sexy, on the other side of the wall, but now I really am learning just how good of a man you are.” She reaches over, taking the wine, and begins drinking it. “I’m so nervous that you won’t… accept me.”

Ben takes up the knife and fork, cutting another slice. “I already have.” And he lifts the fork to his own mouth, letting that sentiment hang in the air. Then the next slice, he offered it to Marika, who accepted it. Every slice in Marika’s mouth ended with her chewing, every slice into Ben’s with her moaning as her plug vibrated, as she shifted and teased Ben’s erection with all of the small shudders of pleasure. And on and on it went, until it was fully consumed. Until one hunger was sated, while the other lay hanging in the air.

Marika sat there on Ben’s lap. “I’m guessing you’re not going to… Yuki called it tucking me in…” Ben shook his head, even as his cock pulsed at the humiliating act just described. “No. You’re sleeping in my bed. And if you let me, if you let me save you, more.”

Marika blushes. “I… I would give you anything you want Goshujin-sama. I… want you inside me. I want to be yours. I’m… I’m ready.” Marika stands, and offers her hand to help her Goshujin-sama stand. Ben takes the initiative, his grip firm as he walks to his bedroom with his new blushing concubine.

As he gets there, he relinquishes her hand. He relinquishes his hold on himself as well, at least for this moment. Gone is any guilt. Gone is that nagging feeling that any action plays right into Yuki’s hands. But he is not falling into a learned helplessness. No. He wants to make Marika his. Make the audience know that despite her brief stay, that she is not some trash to be tossed out to save the others. No, he wants her, and intends to show just how much he needs her.

With her own ability to choose, Marika leans over the bed. She places her hands on the sheet, as she lifts her skirt. And there, with no panties, it is revealed, her beautiful ass and the cage between her thighs. The plug lays like a welcome mat between those large beautiful alabaster cheeks.

Ben reaches for the plug, and he begins to pull at it, slowly. The plug pops free, giving little resistance. As he looks at it, he sees that it really does look like his cock when it is flaccid, its end drools with lube. He throws it on the bed, joining it with its bigger twin at the moment. “It releases lube whenever you release precum..” Marika says this, but it is clear that she is nervous.

“Are you ok? I know you’re not used to this, or well, used to doing it with people.” Ben stands above the woman, suddenly unsure if he should push forward, even though he was the one who initiated it.

Marika’s answer comes as she places one hand on her ass, spreading her winking asshole. “Please. I… I’m so shy, but please, take all of me Goshujin-sama.” And with that, Ben walks the last couple of steps, his pants falling to the floor. He takes his already hard cock, lines it up with Marika’s pre lubed ass, and slowly thrusts inside.

“Do you need…” Ben says, but Marika answers. “Please, I need it. Don’t make me beg even more.” So Ben pushes fully inside, slowly, the girl in front of him doing quite well to take his full length despite her presumed inexperience.

As Ben thrusts his cock into the prelubed hole of Marika, it grows to match its brother in size. Then shrinks as Ben pulls out, only to grow large again as Ben thrusts another time fully. Every time I fuck a woman, it fucks Marika. Everytime I take one of the girls, I am taking her as well. No wonder she didn’t need much warmup, when I’ve fucked her so many times before. It’s so hot. It’s so cruel…

Their dinner date having teased both of them, Marika’s tight and overly sensitive ass drive both of them to get closer and closer incredibly fast. “Please, fill me Goshujin-sama! I want to feel your love, I want to feel your cum. Please, fill me.”

Ben, groans, as his cock pulses, as he fills the moaning girl in front of him with his cum, as he fills her squirt from her cage as Yua’s boon pushes Marika over the edge, although it was clear it would come sooner rather than later. The other trait begins, as Ben sees Marika’s chest begin to expand again, her own conquest counting as one more to the list of Ben’s paramours. As Marika collapses to the bed in exhaustion and Ben’s cock pops free, he looks at the two objects on the bed.

He reaches up, taking the butt plug, placing it at Marika’s hole. He seals the well-used hole up with the plug, keeping his cum inside. Then he goes to the other side of the bed, climbing in, helping Marika to fully lay on the bed. “I’m going to gag you. I feel exhausted and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be awake.” Marika only smiles. “I love you Goshujin-sama. Whatever happens tomorrow or the day after that, I know you love me too. You can gag me now, I don’t mind. I want you too.”

As the dildo enters her mouth, Marika sucks it gently, and as Ben pulls the straps tight, it goes down Marika’s throat. As Ben pulls and pulls, he finally gets the mechanism to catch again. Marika struggles, but soon breaths as the dildo begins to shrink with her tender suckling. As Ben pulls the blanket over the two of them, Marika hugs Ben from the front. Her face buries itself in Ben’s chest, as Ben’s arm wraps around her.

Despite the days that stand ahead, Ben feels at peace.