After an eventful morning, let's just chill for a bit.

Sage willed herself back to her rooms. Slumping in the nearest chair, she summoned a drink to her hand. Taking a sip and then holding the cold beverage to her forehead, she sighed. Taking another, more generous sip, she winced and then leaned her head back, staring at the ceiling. Touching her ear, she spoke.

"Terry."

"Why would you think that?

"What a coincidence. Why yes. Yes I do. I DO think that you fucked something up. I think you almost fucked all of us right in the ass. No lube. No warning. Hell, no dinner and a movie first!. Why, dear Terry, might I think you fucked something up? And this time, I actually want an answer. This is not a rhetorical or hypothetical question."

"You did what? Fuck! That explains THAT little hiccup. I thought that was June in lighting. Tell her she'll be OK in a few hours. But back to you, Terry. Try again. What else did you fuck up?"

"Seriously? I'm almost impressed that you have the time and energy to fuck up so many different areas of my show that are specifically NOT your assignment. If all of our collective asses weren't on the line here, I might actually laugh."

"Stop laughing. I am not laughing. Not even a giggle. Since time is short, and I truthfully don't think I'll be able to maintain my tenuous grasp on both my temper and my sanity if I allow you to continue to play "Let me tell Sage how I fucked up a whole bunch of stuff", allow me to illuminate you. I would direct you to the BP payouts that would have been assigned had the judging on the dates not gone to the audience. See anything wrong?"

"Fucking hell, Terry! By the Moonlit Gash of Artemis, that was NOT an invitation to give me YOUR rankings! Specifically, did you notice anything off about the payouts?"

Sage chugged her drink. Winced. Summoned a refill and chugged that one as well. Summoning a third beverage, she contemplated the contents of her glass before responding.

"Terry, I'm not talking about the set rate of reduction for lower places. I'm talking about how many BP were almost awarded to our 6th place finishers. See any issues with that?

"Why yes, Terry. That is correct. 13.5k DOES seem a bit excessive considering it's 4.5 times higher than first fucking place! And you know the ruleset we're operating under. Once something goes on the official scoreboard, it's there. No takesie backsies. While an erroneous amount of BP wouldn't have affected us too terribly much, this is your last chance."

"Yes. I'm fucking serious. I WOULD do that to my own sister, Teresa. Because my own sister seems bound and determined to get us all canceled. I don't WANT to, but I will. I value my existence more than yours. Next fuckup by you and you're in the harem. Go get your shit sorted. You know, just in case you continue and live down to my expectations."

Sage sighed again. Her mom would probably be irritated with her if she did that to her own sister. _But _then again, Mom did that to Aunt Constance, so it's not like she has a lot of room to talk. Praying that her team could make it through the remainder of the day without screwing something else up, Sage dimmed the lights and sipped her drink.

*****

After Sage's disclosure that their allegedly private performances were, in fact, quite public, Suzanne thought she might die of shame. Gripping her Book of Secrets, she hurriedly got up and ran out the door. Someone, she wasn't sure who, called after her, but she was in no mood to have to look another woman in the eye after what she'd said and done. The knowledge that she had done less than almost everyone else did little to assuage her shame. How could I have talked to him like that? They must think I'm such a slut! Or worse... just a silly little girl. Suzanne was well aware of the age difference between her and the other women. How could she not be? They were all so mature, even the twins. There was simply no way to fake decades of life experience. Watching the other women on their "dates" had turned her on immensely. She was thankful for her black shorts, as the crotch of her panties and shorts were soaked. How did Grace do that? Suzanne was pretty sure that Grace had never allowed more than half of Dave's cock out of her mouth at any time, yet she never passed out or seemed distressed in any way. If Suzanne hadn't known better, she would have sworn that the petite blonde was getting off on having her throat violated. While a part of her shuddered at the thought, a different, growing part of her found that image to be irresistibly hot. Maybe next time, I'll be there with him AND Grace. I'll hold her head and fuck her mouth with that big cock. See how she likes THAT. Maybe I'll have him stand up and put her on her knees, swallowing that cock. And then I'll come up behind her, smushing her face into his belly while I make out with David. Suzanne gasped. That last image was one she wouldn't be forgetting for a while. She was appalled at her wantonness and equally turned on by it. Something told her that Ofc. Brewer would like that. Not just having two women at the same time, no. She had a feeling that he'd like it if one of the girls took charge of the other. Which one would be hotter? Mmmmm.

Looking up, Suzanne found herself at a junction of different walking paths. A sign pointing back the way she'd come was labeled, "Friendship Center". To the left, and in what she thought was the general direction of the lake, was labeled, "Boathouse." Pointing straight ahead, the sign read "Wilderness Pavilion." And to the right, the path was labeled, "Swimming Pool". Suzanne, not wanting to have to talk to anyone while she came to grips with her morning's activities, continued straight ahead. Some fifteen or twenty minutes later, she had arrived. The Wilderness Pavilion was a large, open-sided affair, with a sloping metal roof and exposed timber rafters with stone columns spaced evenly around the perimeter. Underneath the roof were a collection of tables and chairs, along with a large outdoor firepit connected to a chimney surrounded by rocking chairs. Suzanne headed for a rocking chair and sat down, pulling her knees to her chest. What a day, she thought. Ruefully, she added aloud, "And it's not even lunchtime yet." As she rocked, alone with her thoughts, she recalled her Book. Seeing as it was enchanted to only talk to her unless she willed it otherwise, she elected to write, if for no other reason than to get some of her thoughts out of her head.

"I was so embarrassed when I learned that everyone else watched me." She waited for a response. Finally, the Book replied. Watched you what? Suzanne scowled and picked up her pen. "You know what!" The book's reply was quicker. Suzanne couldn't explain how she knew, but she felt like the Book was smiling at her. Watched you run out of the Friendship Center? Suzanne cursed. "Fine", she wrote. "I was embarrassed that everyone watched me play with my pussy while I jacked David off, all the while talking like some kind of whore. Happy?" Quite, thank you. Not as happy as the Master was when you made him cum, or started cleaning off his cock afterwards, but then again, happiness is relative. Can I tell you a secret? Suzanne shrugged. "Sure", she wrote. "It can't be worse than what I did." You might think otherwise in a minute. Currently, Bethany is positively gushing at the memory of making Angela blow the Master. Simultaneously, she is concerned with how excited she is at the prospect. She is also currently browsing the Body Mod section of the Trading Post catalogue trying to decide what to give her sister before 6 PM rolls around. Would you believe that she is somewhat considering a chastity piercing for Angela? She's not sure that she wants to feel Dave's cock unless it's in her pussy. Suzanne gasped. A chastity piercing? What the hell was that? Quickly deciding that she wasn't quite ready to find out, she started writing before the Book read her thoughts or something.

"Why did Hillary not have sex with David?" The Book was quick with its reply. That's not how this works, little girl. You tell me something, I tell you something. I don't just answer questions. But if there's something you'd like to share, I'm pretty sure I can answer your query. Suzanne pondered. What else do I know? Blushing, she began writing. "While I was walking here, I thought how hot it would be to put Grace on her knees, sucking David's dick. And while she's doing that, I'd come up behind her and push her farther onto his cock and start making out with David with her head trapped between us." God, she felt depraved writing that down. Just THINKING it was enough to make her blush and gush. Spicy! I like it. I believe the Master would too. Suzanne felt her pussy twitch at that. So... you want to know about Hillary, huh? I think you've earned a bit of knowledge. Hillary wanted to fuck the Master. She had a bit of a daydream/fantasy about it before the contest began. But she chickened out. Because she is both selfish and scared. She is selfish, because if she is going to fuck him, she wants to feel good too. But since her pussy doesn't really provide much pleasure, she's not going to take him there. She's scared because she knows that if he fucks her ass, she's going to love it. And she is VERY concerned with her image as a "strong, independent woman", and finds it impossible to reconcile that image with enjoying anal sex. She desperately WANTS him to fuck her there, but she is equally adamant that she'll never ask or allow him to. Suzanne sat back. In truth, she hadn't really considered the Asian woman's other transformation. It was hard to ignore her large breasts with their shiny gold nipple rings. And Suzanne wasn't sure if it was just in her imagination or not, but she thought Hillary might be a little less aggressive? Opinionated? Especially when it came to matters that touched on the Master. Suzanne unconsciously rubbed her clit as she thought about Hillary. What would it be like if that little nub was gone? Wait. Not gone. Moved. Back... there. Suzanne shivered. That was something she was definitely not ready to consider. Yet. She shivered again. Belatedly, she realized that her hand was now inside her shorts, rubbing her pussy directly. I must have been more turned on than I thought. Briefly stopping to listen for the sounds of anyone approaching through the woods, she resumed her playing after her ears detected nothing but silence.

She thought back to the different ways the others had taken care of the Master. She shivered at that. The Master. It felt deliciously naughty to say it. To think it. She pictured herself acting out her scene again. Everything the exact same, with a handful of changes. This time, the master would be able to hear her. He'd be able to hear the wet squelch her fingers made as they worked her little pussy to a froth. This time, she'd call him Master. She reached a hand under her shirt and began playing with a nipple. She thought back to the feeling of playing with the pierced nipples of Bethany. Would the Master like it if I did that for him? He sure seemed to like the twins. And Hillary. Or at least he liked the tall Asian's tits. She moaned. What was happening to her vocabulary? She was no stranger to hearing profanity. She was an athlete. A recent high school graduate. She hung out with cops growing up. But she had always striven to keep her language clean. But now... Words like cock, and pussy, cunt, and cum were becoming part of her vernacular. She thought about Hillary's tits. She groped her own tit and rolled the nipple between her fingers. Oh fuck! Why does this get me so hot? Maybe the Master likes it when girls talk about their tits and cunts, and pussies, a voice in her head whispered. You don't have a vagina or breasts. No. That is a pussy. Those are tits. Or boobs. Jugs. That between your legs is your cunt. Your gash. Not a vagina. Not breasts. Never again. Forget those words ever existed. Groaning, Suzanne began working her fingers in and out of her leaking pussy as she imagined the Master ordering her do display herself for his inspection. "Show me that sweet little shaved pussy, Suzanne. Very nice. Very nice indeed. And is that your little clitty there I see? Give it a little rub, just for me. Yes. Just like that. Tell me... is that cute little pussy wet? It is? Show me. Show me your fingers. My my my. They are positively SHINING with your juices. Suzanne had abandoned her breasts. She shoved her shorts and underwear down to her knees and resumed playing with her pussy. Now using her second hand to play with her clit while her fingers worked in and out of her pussy. I bet you have the sweetest little peach around, don't you? Yes. I think you just might. Go ahead. Put your fingers in your mouth. Taste yourself. Tell me how sweet you are. This was uncharted territory. In the dream, Angela had made her taste herself. But that had been in a dream. And she had had to obey Angela. This was all her. The idea excited her. She rubbed faster. As she felt her release begin, her fingers made their way into her mouth. At the taste of her pussy, Suzanne came. Hard. She moaned around the fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them and cleaned them. She felt proud. She felt bold. She had something else to tell the Book now.

*****

As the assembled group watched Suzanne make her escape, Louise called after her. Placing a hand on her roommate's arm, Jane shook her head. "Probably best it we let her go. I'm a little embarrassed about my uh, performance, and she's almost half our age. I think she'll be fine. Let's give her some space and maybe talk to her before dinner." At the nod from Louise, Jane turned to the group. "Well. That was unexpected. I'll go ahead and say it. It was pretty hot to watch. Any thoughts?"

To everyone's surprise, Hillary stood up. Turning to face Bethany, she pointed a finger in the smaller woman's face. "How could you? What is wrong with you? Just use your sister like she's a fucking sex toy? Did you even ask her about it? By the look on your face, I'm gonna say no. No you didn't. I'm frankly pissed that that bitch didn't hammer you for cheating! I would have! To think... you think so little of your own sister that the sim allowed you to summon her because you thought of her as a thing! I'm sure I'm not alone when I say that something like that should never happen again. Ladies, am I right?" Hillary looked around and was more than a little bit shocked to see the dark expressions on the faces of the other women. Grace looked uneasy. Jane looked irritated. Louise looked upset. But Angela looked downright FURIOUS.

"Shut the fuck up you big-titted cow!" Angela was in Hillary's face in a flash. "Don't you EVER speak to my sister like that again, you arrogant cunt! Who the fuck are you to tell me how I should feel about my body? Who are you to tell any of us to do literally anything? If I follow your example, what? Will I get ridiculous tits and a craving for a big ol' cock in my ass? Hmm? I got news for you, you milky bitch! I fucking LOVED it! It was hot! She was in charge and it felt good to obey. I felt so fucking horny when she started playing with my pussy. Her pussy. Whatever! And then she got us eaten out. And all I had to do to cum my brains out was suck a little... ok...not little, but yeah. Just suck a dick? Puh-lease." Angela had advanced on the taller woman with each word, her physical presence forcing Hillary to back away as Angela advanced. With a squeak, the backs of Hillary's knees made contact with a chair and she sat heavily. Angela continued her tirade, unchecked.

"This is the only warning I will give you. Stay the fuck away from Bethany. I will fuck you up." Quick as a snake, Angela's hands reached out and grabbed each of Hillary's nipple rings. Giving each of them a slight tug, eliciting a moan from the sitting woman that caused her face to flush scarlet. Angela leaned in and whispered so only Hillary could hear. "There are things in that Trading Post that would blow your tiny fucking mind. If you ever come at my sister or me like that again, I promise you, by the time I finish with you, nobody will recognize who the fuck you are." Angela, feeling the adrenaline rush was euphoric. This tall bitch is all talk. Just like I thought. Just a bully. She doesn't know if she's coming or going right now. Smiling, Angela decided to up the weirdness and further mess with the lawyer's already confused mind. She gently nipped Hillary's earlobe and then planted a quick kiss on Hillary's cheek. Inwardly exulting at the absolutely shocked expression on the Asian woman's face, Angela spun around, and seeing Bethany, made a beeline to her sister. Recognizing the tell-tale signs of impending tears, and wishing to spare her twin from any further embarrassment, Angela gently pulled Bethany to her feet and with an arm around her sister's shoulder, walked her out of the room.

"Holy fuck. That short bitch is fucking scary!" Jane broke the silence. She chuckled. "Like, she was intense! It was kind of hot, you know?"

Before anyone could agree or disagree, Hillary recovered her equilibrium. "Hot? Did you say that was HOT? What the fuck is wrong with you? She just fucking threatened me and you all did NOTHING. And you're a fucking cop! Isn't that literally your job? And seriously? I thought it was bad enough playing with that beautiful cock, but did you have to all fuck him? And is nobody in the least bit worried that David-sama might not want a sister to do that to her own sister? How would you have felt if I had made you do that, Grace?"

Blushing, the petite blonde was unable to lie. "If you had fucked my face with his cock, I would have cum all over the place. I did cum all over the place."

Gawping, Hillary stood with her mouth open. Unaware of Grace's newest transformation, she had been sure that Grace would have her side in this confrontation. Louise stepped in before the situation could escalate further. "Hill. Look. I know this is pretty messed up. But we're not going anywhere. Not until she says this fucked-up show is over with, at least. And before it ends, we have to get points. Points that can only be earned two ways... by beating the rest of us in those challenges and by doing stuff... sexual stuff with David. That's it. Was I surprised that Bethany used her sister like that? Absolutely. But I have to be honest with you. It was also hot. And it didn't look to me like Angela minded very much."

"That's because she HAS to like it! Don't you see! What if the Master doesn't like stuff like that?" Hillary stopped, slamming her mouth shut. She sat down heavily. "Oh my God. I am bothered by that, not because Bethany violated her sister's autonomy but because I'm concerned that my Master might not approve? Fuck! I hate this! You have no idea what it's like. I'm constantly fucking horny! My tits! Where do I even start? How about how I can't cover them. At all. If I try to use my hands," she stopped and grabbed a breast with each hand, as if presenting them. "Fucking this happens! I can't go into a room with out one of you turning and staring at me. At these! And the fucking rings! It's like she wanted to make sure that everyone would notice! I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that nipple rings were how slaves were marked back in ancient harems. That seems like an appropriately barbaric practice that a patriarchal system would implement! And then there's the fucking milk! Do you know what it's like to have to be milked? I can't even take care of this myself! I have to enlist Grace! And it's not fair! And then, it feels so fucking good when I DO get milked, that I want to do it again, even though it's so fucking embarrassing! Then, there's... There's my... There's my ass." She whispered the last word. "Do you know how humiliating it is to want to be fucked in the ass? Can you imagine ever WILLINGLY let someone do that?"

Again, Grace responded. "I have. With the right prep, it was enjoyable. And in your circumstance, you're pretty much ready to go all the time."

Jane chimed in. "I've never had full-on anal, but I've had partners play around back there before. In the right circumstances it can be really hot."

Hillary looked defeated. "But I don't WANT to enjoy it. I'm not that kind of girl! But now my pussy is fucking useless! I want to go back!"

Grace looked up sharply at Hillary's comment. Jane, wishing to preserve the tenuous peace, made eye contact with Grace and gave a slight shake of her head. Grace nodded. She didn't look terribly pleased, but she kept her mouth shut.

Louise approached Hillary. "Hill, come here. Sit with me, please." Louise pulled the **** woman to her feet and guided the two of them to one of the couches. Louise sat Hillary in the middle and took a seat to the side. Putting one leg on the couch behind Hillary, Louise pulled the upset woman to her chest and held her, with Hillary's back against Louise's front. Louise gently looped her arms around Hillary's waist, just under her breasts. Louise simply held Hillary and gently rocked with her. Hillary's face scrunched and the tears began to fall in earnest. Turning, she buried her face in Louise's shoulder and sobbed.

Turning to Grace, Jane spoke softly. "We'll take care of her. I promise. We'll catch up in a little while, OK?"

Nodding, Grace rose to leave. "Just take it easy on her, OK? Since she told you, I'll elaborate a bit. I've milked her twice. She came both times. I'm trying to get her to accept her new... situation." Grace gestured vaguely at her own crotch. "But I don't know. Maybe it's more like a band-aid. Just rip it off instead of slowly peeling it away. Both hurt, but one lasts a hell of a lot longer. I'll see you guys around. I saw a thing on the bulletin board that said the dining hall would be open from noon to one thirty." With a last glance at her sobbing roommate, Grace left.

Jane cautiously approached the pair on the couch. Hillary's sobs had subsided. Louise was gently stroking her fingers through the dark, shiny hair of her friend. Jane perched on the couch next to Hillary and put a soothing hand on her back. "Hey Hillary." At the sound of Jane's voice, Hillary tensed. Jane began lightly rubbing Hillary's back and speaking in a soothing tone. "Hey. You're OK. I know that there's a lot of weird shit going on. And yeah, you've definitely gotten a tougher hand to play than others. But think about Bethany. She got brought here without ever even seeing Brewer before. And then, to make it harder on her, she's suddenly covered in tattoos and piercings. And you know she got more than just nipple rings, right?" Hillary nodded into Louise's shoulder without saying anything. "And then, she gets stuck feeling everything that her sister feels, and vice versa. I gotta tell you, I don't think I want to know when my sister is getting lucky, you know?" Again, Hillary nodded. "And now, they have that dom/sub thing going on. I don't know exactly what it feels like, but I know how I feel. I told Louise last night. I know that some of what I'm saying and doing is out of character for me. Or, rather, the old me. And it feels weird as hell to recognize a thought and say to yourself, 'That's something I wouldn't normally think', but having no problem whatsoever with the new status quo. Even now, the thought of watching Grace drinking from you is turning me on. I know that's new. But I don't care. It doesn't bother me and I can't change it even if it did. I think you're hung up on some stuff that's only causing you pain. So you're gonna be a butt-slut." Hillary shuddered and hunched her shoulders. "Hillary. Hill. That's OK. It's kinda hot, actually." Hillary turned incredulous eyes to Jane. Louise looked on with interest as well. Jane continued. "Seriously. I'm telling you. Brewer finds anal hot. It's not something he wants all the time. At least, according to him, anyways. And even if he did, it's a pain in the ass", Jane chuckled at her unintended joke. "It's a pain to do all that prep work every time, you know? But every now and again? Or maybe during a roleplay? Where the girl could pretend to resist when they both knew that she really did want his dick in her ass? I know for a fact that that turns him on. I know he tried not to, but for a while after we had talked about our respective experiences with anal, I definitely saw him looking at my ass more than normal." Jane blushed. "Not that I would have ever acted on it, Louise, but it was a turn-on. Not Brewer, specifically. But knowing that I had caused someone to have naughty thoughts about me. But back to you, Hillary. You're literally perfect for him! You are always ready to go! And not only that, Sage has guaranteed that it'll always feel good! She could have made it hurt and still make you crave it. I'm a little surprised that she didn't. But I think you'll really help yourself if you can get over this hang-up about anal. You basically have a second vagina. That's it. You're beating yourself up and fighting a magical transformation that you won't ever win. I'll even help you if you want."

As Jane continued talking, Louise's mind raced. This was new information! At least, she thought it was new information. It was new to her at least. So Dave thought anal was hot? Taboo? She managed to suppress a moan. Jane was absolutely correct. Hillary was perfect for David. Jane might be on to something here, she thought as she listened to Jane talk to the Asian woman. Louise could guess what Hillary was thinking. She's worried. She wants to listen. She wants to ask for help. But she's too stubborn. But soon... soon she'll listen. In the mean time, Louise thought about what she could do. Maybe David wanted to do anal with her? Shit, had they done anal before? She made a mental note to ask Jane later. Returning her focus to the conversation, Louise saw that Jane had finished speaking. Hillary turned and faced forward. Jane continued idly rubbing Hillary's back. Louise's hand began circling Hillary's back as well. As the room fell into a contemplative silence, Jane's hand caught Louise's and gave it a brief squeeze. Looking up, Louise made eye contact with her roommate. Jane motioned her head towards Hillary with her eyebrows raised. Louise, not understanding what was going on, smiled and shrugged as Hillary turned to regard her.

"I'll try. I'm so sorry. I was so disrespectful to Bethany! I'm so sorry!" Hillary appeared close to tears.

Not wanting the recently-composed woman to devolve into yet another crying fit, Jane blurted out. "Umm can we help you with your milking? You said it builds up fast, and I can't imagine what that must feel like. Jane made an exaggerated facial expression to Hillary, imploring the other woman to help her out.

"Yeah! It'd be hot! I mean, well, I do think it would be hot, but I would also like to help you. It's got to be harder thinking about stuff with your libido out of control", Louise supplied.

Hillary blushed and moved as if to cover her arms but was unable to. Jane gently put a hand on her shoulder and her other hand flat against Hillary's midriff. Louise adopted a similar pose. "Let us help you Hill", implored Louise. "This doesn't change anything about how I feel about you."

With a shy, "OK", Hillary acquiesced and shifted her butt forward so that she could lean back further. Gently wrapping an arm around each woman's head, she guided them to her swollen breasts. The relief was instant. So was the pleasure. Jane and Louise both couldn't get over how good the milk tasted.

From her spot behind the door, Grace watched the two older women feed from the tall Asian. Her hand was buried in her own pants, frantically rubbing her own pussy. She could scarcely help it. She found it so hot that Jane and Louise were nursing from Hillary. Putting a hand over her mouth, she stifled her moan as she came. She watched as the other three women did as well.