Dancing with the Devil in the Pale Moonlight

The night wore on, but she laid on the bench. The towel wrapped around her, just as it had been since that happened. Since...

Monica knew what had happened, fundamentally understood it. But... it was complicated. With Callie, she had been there, herself, but different, a dominant slightly more mature version of herself with tats all over. Callie had been drunk, possibly unknowingly taking advantage of her, although it was Monica who acted the dominant fantasies upon her squealing submissive victim, who desired it but still had it **** upon her. In that, Monica was both victim and perpetrator. If you looked at it that way, it was a mess, but it was somewhat dubious how consent worked in that time.

So, when Ashley had pushed her, making her submissive and taking advantage of her, Monica was afraid. Her mind was overcome by a feeling of panic, a feeling of immense fear. As she watched, helpless, as Ashley continued talking, continued inflicting that heaviness that Monica could not escape from. As she told her to go to the sauna, where her violation would begin. She was terrified in that moment.

Except... unlike Callie, this time was like a dream. Was it disassociation? Or something else? When people go through great trauma, their minds tend to act like they are watching from an outside perspective, like they are watching themselves be violated. But it didn't feel like that. With Callie, she was right there, herself, but slightly different. Even with Ben, it was like she was herself, but more vibrant, more vivacious.

With Ashley, it was like... she was asleep? Monica's fear was greatest when Ashley had first told her to be quiet, to stay put. After that, it felt like she was being numbed. Like she was growing increasingly distant. By the time she had laid on the bench, it was like she was in a dream. A few licks and it was like... well, like she wasn't even there at all. Like she forgot it, or like she fell asleep. No, more like the latter. Except she felt something in that haze. Sadness. Regret. But absent her own psyche, like she was watching a movie. Distant, but felt. An empty black void filled with dark feelings.

And then, it was over. A laugh broke the darkness and she was laying on her back. And then softness. She looked down, seeing a towel covering her body. Ashley standing over her, getting dressed, the hint of that feeling that Monica had just been ensconced in still very present in her eyes, the slight hint of tears in their corners. "Sorry." And with that she had left.

Monica had laid there for a while, trying to piece together what had happened, staring at the ceiling, her body slowly returning to her natural state even as she never saw it. All while Monica tried to understand. Even hours later, having moved from the sauna and wrapping the towel around herself before laying on the spa's bench, she still didn't understand. That, not panic or fear was why she was laying here, as she tried to grapple with these questions. Why? And even what? What had happened to her?

Finally, a voice broke through the endless thoughts. "You have to go to your room, it's almost 10 pm. I might not have made that clear, but you have to spend your night in your rooms, or else suffer the punishment. Maybe a nice collar for you..."

Monica looked up to see Yuki in her normal attire, looking down at her. Though as her eyes saw her, Monica saw something shift in Yuki's face. A crack in her cheerful but threatening facade. It was followed by a sigh. "Don't worry, Callie fell asleep a little while ago. There won't be anyone to mess with you tonight. You've already had a rough day, I know."

Monica's words rose unbidden. "Do you know?" Yuki looked at her, her smile dying as her eyes look deep into Monica. "I do. Your first change was very strong. In a way, you are more a mirror than a sextoy. And mirrors can reveal terrible, dreadful things. Looking inside can be more terrifying than dealing with a hungry bear. At least you understand the bear. One rarely understands others or one's self."

Monica sat up. She looked at Yuki. "But you can, right? You have all of that power, the ability to see things that others can't. You can tell me. What happened with Ashley, with me?" Yuki sighed, putting her hand behind her head. "I can. But do you want to hear it? Are you sure that you won't regret that?" Monica could only nod her response.

"Well, Ashley imposed an unnatural fantasy onto you. She willed it more than felt it. She didn't want to take advantage of you, she made herself take advantage of you. She treated you like an object, but only after she made you not you at all. In a way, she didn't... let's just say ravish you. And even if she did, how do you feel now?"

Monica is quiet, but she finds her answer. "It's like, I wasn't even there. Like you told me, that it wasn't me, but another me was there, but even when I think about it like she had **** me while I was asleep, that doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel accurate. It's like she protected me in some way, even if what she did in the end was... well... " She pauses, thinking, before continuing, "I want to be angry at her, but I can't. I just feel sad for her."

Yuki nods. "Right. So why are you still here, thinking about it?" Monica looks up at her. "Well, shouldn't I be mad?" Yuki looks at her, her glance oddly warm for her. "People shouldn't be anything. People should feel what they want to feel. Society or logic or whatever shouldn't **** anybody to feel something alien to their own emotions. Should is the wrong word, it's a dumb word bound in the outside, in the thoughts of others. Wouldn't I be mad should be how you phrase it. And you already know the answer to that. You're not. And that is how you should live, knowing that is your genuine reaction. Now, remember, go to your room."

And with that, the host is gone.

Ashley stood at the top of the building, looking out over the cold forest bathed in moonlight. The snow sparkled in the light, and the view felt magical. But that was not why she was here.

Ashley had left Monica with some shred of dignity by covering her up with a towel. Or rather she had left herself with a towel, like she could hide what she had just done. She had dressed quickly, then went to her room. But that didn't feel right. And Emma's absence only made the silence all the more real. So she had left, moving numbly until she came up here.

She had watched the sunset over the mountain from this viewing veranda. And now, as the night's deathly chill flows through the mountain, even with her large coat on, Ashley feels the chill. A chill that only grows as she hears that bitch's voice.

"I know what you did." Yuki stands over her, wearing her yukata and looking down at her. "To Monica."

Ashley stands, her height greater than the host's, but still somehow feeling like a child before a parent. She yells at her, her heart somewhat happy to have somewhere to turn this pain other than herself. "And?! I thought you'd find it hot, knowing how much a sadistic bitch you are! Now, what, are you going to eliminate me because I hurt another contestant or something?!"

Yuki only smiled, the pale moonlight revealing a few too many teeth. "Oh, no, no, no, there's nothing in the rules about hurting other contestants. In fact, a little spirited competition is just what I like to see. Now, there are two matters. First, you need to go to your bed soon, otherwise I will have to punish you for that. And second, well, I want to make a deal with you."

Ashley looks at her as though she had grown another head. "A deal?! What in the fuck are you talking about?! Why would I make a deal with a conniving bitch like you?!"

Yuki shrugs. "Well, if you don't, I might just need to tell Ben about exactly what happened between you and Monica when I see him at the challenge tomorrow. Remember, you can lose Victory Points if you displease the Master. And I think that we both know that he would find that quite... displeasing, wouldn't you say?"

Ashley is filled with panic. Ben wouldn't merely find that displeasing, he'd hate her. He'd never want anything to do with her, she'd be as good as gone. Toast, eliminated, made into whatever sex toy Yuki could imagine. She hadn't thought about that, she'd been so concerned with the audience, with how they would find her actions hot that she hadn't even thought of Ben. No, it was just the points, a few points could save her from elimination tomorrow. Those points that could disappear in a puff of smoke if Ben found out. Just how much could Ashley lose from that whole displeasing rule? If Ben wanted nothing to do with her, would it push her into the negatives?

Ashley looks at her, trying to not betray the panic that is clear in her face. "Ok, so what is this deal? And why would I go through with it, when Monica is probably just going to snitch on me anyways?"

Yuki smiles like the cat who has her canary, playing with it before tearing it apart. "Oh, well first off, don't worry about Monica, I've taken care of her. And second, well I won't betray you on this deal. My magic will bind both of us in turn, so I can't tell Ben, even if it would be the most dramatic thing in the moment."

Ashley stares daggers at her, before looking down sheepishly. "I... It feels like you're tricking me, even now." Yuki laughs, a cold menacing experience. "Dealing with gods is often that way. You know that agreeing to deal with them will lead to your end, that they don't have your best interests at heart. But you know that denying their desire will equally lead to the same, as I end your life for the merest spite."

Yuki places her hand forward, as if offering a handshake. Her yukata blows in the icy breeze. "Now, the deal is quite simple. I will never tell Ben about what you did to Monica so long as this deal is in effect. You will owe me a favor, to be given once. It will not be negotiable, you will do it even despite your **** in the moment, and I will not demand it verbally, only you will know it. I cannot tell anyone that there is a deal, only you can. Upon mentioning the deal, my half of the deal becomes forfeit."

Ashley looks at her hand like a snake rising to strike her, as is natural. "That hardly seems like a deal. More like a demand given for some paltry reward. And what is that last bit about removing your half?" Yuki smiles all the harder. "The last bit is so that I can't weasel my way into revealing the deal itself. Imagine if tomorrow I said, 'Oh, well me and Ashley are friends, right, we have a deal.' 'Oh what deal?' etc."

Yuki continues, "Well, how about this? I will tell you that you should go to the artifact collection tomorrow at 4 pm. There you will find something that will help you to catch up on your little Victory Point deficit. Oh and because I like your spirit, I'll expand my end. I won't tell Ben about anything that would displease him that you do. I quite like it when girls like you play dirty. Just be careful not to get caught. I can't say anything to him, and I've handled Monica, but I won't coddle you, won't clean up your messes. Try to be safe, but try to have fun."

Yuki says the following words with an air of solemnity, like an oath sworn before a community, like a judge pronouncing sentence. "So, the deal as it stands is that I will never tell Ben anything that you have done that will lead to him disliking you or becoming displeased with you. In return, you will do one favor, with all of the above stipulations."

Her hand glows with a light beyond the moonlight, but just as pale, as wan. And Ashley, knowing that she will be damned if she does, damned if she doesn't, shakes it.

Ben was tired of waiting. He was tired of being trapped in his room. He was tired of the odd anticipation that came every night.

It was 9:45. 15 minutes until the magic compelled his concubine to his room. Although he knew where she was. Emma had been sitting outside of his room when he had come out to go to lunch, trying to talk him into forgiving her, offering to give him anything he wanted. Her frazzled pleas hadn't moved Ben. He had answered by slamming the door in her face.

She had been there when he tried to go on a walk in the evening. As he left the door, there she was crawling on her hands and knees, her eyes downcast. Anything could be his, if she would be forgiven. Everything that she owned, she promised to give him if he just forgave her. He had walked back inside, groaning in frustration, denying her forgiveness.

So he had gotten dressed again, knowing that the date would begin at sunset. Why he even bothered was beyond him, but something about knowing that you were going to be with a woman, even one you had no interest in, made him feel compelled to at least not look like a complete slob. Yet as sunset came and passed, she never entered. Waiting for any moment where she could bust in, he was left waiting. All while she was left wanting.

Ben heard the door open. The rustle of fabric could be heard through the door. Ben didn't stand, as he didn't feel like she deserved it. He laid on the bed, ready to repeat the first night, the accusations, the accepted demarcation of his bed. But then, as the door opened, he was treated to a sight he wasn't quite ready for.

There stood Emma, naked. Her beautiful breasts above her beautiful legs. Her red hair behind her back. But her eyes. Her eyes were puffy like she'd been crying, but also focused, like this moment was the most important in her life. As she sees Ben, she lands on her knees. Her eyes look down, as though she is not worthy to see him.

With shaking words, she speaks. "Please, I know. I know that I don't deserve your forgiveness. I know that you have every right to be angry at me. I'll give up the others, how Yua and Maricela and I are in an alliance. I'll help you to punish them as well. Please, I just... I need you to forgive me."

She places her hands behind her back, thrusting her breasts forward. "I will do whatever it is it takes to placate your anger. I'll submit myself to punishment over your knee, I'll fulfill whatever fantasy you'd like. I'll even give you what I took from you last night. If you want to fuck me, in my pussy or ass, I'll give it to you. Please, master, please punish this little slut. Make me feel your discipline. Turn me from a bad girl into a good girl."

Ben, shocked into silence, stammers out some words. "I forgive you. Please, you don't have to do this. I didn't think..." "I know. I know that you can't forgive me with mere words. I know that I've done something truly terrible and that nothing can be done to truly pay back what I took from Callie and you. Your first night was very special, and I stole it from you." "Stop, you don't understand. I was being an idiot to hold a grudge. I mean I should've expected it..."

Emma moves from her position of submission, crawling along the floor. "Please, take your ****, Master. I robbed you of your **** last night, so it's only right that I give you one in turn. I only have myself to give. I don't deserve a date, that is for a girlfriend, so I didn't disturb you all night. No, use me tonight, make me feel how bad I've been. Then you'll truly mean it."

"No, I... You don't have to... Uh, please, you're scaring me..." Still, it doesn't halt Emma's forward crawl, before she reaches the edge of the bed. She climbs up, as Ben tries to find some way of stopping her, to get through to her. But in his panic, he goes toward the one being that could stop this. "Yuki, help!"

Emma pauses, as though a remote had been clicked. Yuki stands in the room, clad in some cute pajamas with nondescript cartoon cats on them. Unbound by her normal clothes, Ben can see that she sports C cup breasts and a large ass. But Ben isn't looking at her sexually. As he sees Emma stop, he looks at Yuki. Despite his fear at the woman, the monster, in this moment he grows increasingly angry.

"What in the fuck is this?! Why did she go from normal woman to some crazed sex **** wannabe?! You can't tell me that this is working as intended. She needs my forgiveness, I gave it, it should be over."

Yuki yawns, before looking at the scene in front of her dispassionately. "Fine, let me check." She looks at Emma, her eyes holding on the woman. After a moment, Yuki stretches. "Nope, everything seems normal. Now, I need to go back to sleep, this face doesn't stay super kawaii with long working nights." "Wait, that's it? You're not going to explain what in the fuck is happening?!"

Yuki drops her sleep act, looking at Ben coldly. "Well, what do you think would happen Ben-tan (Little Ben)? She needs forgiveness. The change works in a manner similar to Obsessive Compulsive Syndrome, the real one, not the prissy I like things to be neat one. There's also just a hint of Manic Depression, but only a little bit. She knows she needs forgiveness, is driven to seek it. Can't quite function until she gets it. And I told you that it would get worse every time you said no to her. How many times did you say no to her?"

Ben thinks. Once at the dining room with everybody. Twice in the hallway. "Three times."

Yuki puts on a cartoonish pout. "Well, there's your problem right there, Ben-chan (Ben, diminutive). Each time you say no, the change increases by a scale of 10. Poor girl probably tried to think of countless ways to please you."

There is a silence. Ben looks at Yuki, scared. "So she has like 10 times OCD?" "More like 1,000. She was probably sitting in that hall, considering whether anything could earn your forgiveness. And every time you denied her, she cast off those means as not enough, until finally she came in here. Came up with countless little fantasies, all in the hopes of finding one that would make you forgive her."

Ben shouts at Yuki. "But I did! I just said that I forgave her. But she came at me like some crazed lunatic, crawling like she was some animal!" "Oh Ben-bo (cute Ben), words are cheap. She probably thinks that you don't mean it. No, she knows you don't mean it. The change states, until she is forgiven, not until you say you forgive her. Despite your fear, you haven't forgiven her, deep down, subconsciously."

She laughs. "Or maybe you have. There are two sides to every story. You might've truly forgiven her. But she has not accepted your forgiveness. Yeah, in a state like hers, she's one step short of a yandere. Though don't worry, we have safeguards that prevent contestants from attacking the Master."

Ben looks at her absolutely astonished. "Wait, what? So she needs to believe me? But how can I get it through her head, she was about to pin me down and attack me, but I need to make her believe that I have forgiven her?"

"Well, what has she said? If any of her fantasies come true, any of her plans on how to make you forgive her, well, it'll be like a self-fulfilling prophecy to her. Now, now, I think you know what you have to do. Have fun, Ben-sama (Lord Ben)."

With that, Emma continues her movement, crawling toward Ben. Thinking of his options, Ben settles on that one. He grabs Emma's hair, pulling her over his knee. Emma, at first awkward as Ben grabs her, moans as she realizes where she is. "Yes, master, please punish this naughty girl! Make me less of a bitch!"

Ben swings his hand down hard on Emma's ass, as she cries out in pleasure. One, two, three. Her ass bounces under his hand, soft, perfectly toned. Her body arches into each touch, begging for contact. "More, Master, more!"

He continues, despite his unease, to land spank after spank on the woman, her body bucking stronger and stronger each time. As her stomach rises and falls from his lap, he can feel it rub against his cock through the material of his pants. He was hard, despite himself. The taboo act was erotic, even if he wished he could administer it coldly.

As he tries to stop at 5, Emma shouts, "More!" Ben's hand starts to sting, as he lands each spank on her ass, which soon glows pink. His cock strains in his pants, as the woman pants and groans with each strike. As the 10th spank lands, Emma's bucking grows more pronounced. "YESSSS!!!" Ben feels wetness hit his palm, as the girl shudders, before falling ****.

"Euphoria. Mania can cause euphoria, a release of endorphins. She'll be back to normal in the morning. A lovely show, little Master." Yuki had watched the show, watching as Ben spanked Emma. She smiled, like a proud parent and like a trickster pulling off their greatest con all in one. And with that she left.

Ben lifted the girl from his lap, placing her in the bed beside him. Despite having so much energy just a few moments ago, he feels so tired now. That experience was harrowing, so he lays down, falling asleep. All while his mind swirls, wondering that if Yuki can make him end up spanking a woman harshly, a line that he had drawn many times with Wendy, what else can she make him do. The show transformed people. And now, Ben wondered if he would recognize himself at the end of it.

(End of the night, so here is the best girl poll: https://strawpoll.com/polls/xVg7d9xkKZr

And tomorrow is the challenge, and this time I'm going to leave it up to you guys who will win. Ben will participate in the challenge. If you want to know, the challenge will heavily involve luck, so the order can truly be anything. Vote for 1 for 1st, 2 for 2nd, 3 for 3rd, etc. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScO4IdEMaeBrRWnauhf8LoShJ8BMfdbEWgORyB_AyDatWdsSg/viewform

I will use the average to determine the order of winners for the challenge and the normal method for the best girl poll.)