Dream Intermission Two

I had been in this place a week now. Long enough to get to know the other women, and even Steven some. They had turned out to be quite a mixed group, thankfully everyone spoke English for the most part. Now they were back standing on the stage yet again.

Maria, the mechanic, didn't speak English well but enough to get her point across and Lucia who also spoke Spanish could translate at need. She'd been quite upset to have been snatched from the garage her twin brother owned but she managed. Deeply religious she hadn't seen a problem with their father leaving it to him instead of her, something that caused a lot of tension between her and Tonya who'd been put in a room with her.

I looked past the ravenette clutching her crucifix to my own roommate. Agnes and I got along well enough, the brusk German businesswoman had pushed and pushed their host about returning to her children and the family business she said her husband must be running into the ground in her absence. All that had gotten her was a punishment, so her now massive breasts spilled out of a shirt that could no longer contain them. She was much more subdued now but I could see that a fire still burned inside her.

Past my roommate stood Lucia who was strange indeed. She apparently worked as a nanny for her sister's brood of children and treated the show like some kind of vacation. She'd said she didn't believe in magic despite how we'd been snatched, until Agnes pushed too far at least. She looked a lot more worried these days.

Tonya stood to my left. She was still angry, very angry, but she never pushed their strange host like Agnes had. Instead she saved her vitriol for Steven. She'd been the one to teach us about Victory Points as her insults had cost her at first. She was clever though and found ways to insult and belittle him indirectly. She was also lucky enough to have ranked high enough in yesterdays challenge to raise her score positive.

Their host had explained eliminations to us after Tonya's point loss, and while some had scoffed at first Agnes's punishment sobered people right up. I was determined that wouldn't happen to me. To that end I began trying to win our host over. It was hard trying to make friends with someone that didn't seem to be there, and the bursts of pain certainly didn't help, but it did seem to be working.

I had no idea how I knew that though.

Lastly past Tonya was the final contestant and the biggest pain in my ass. German, Spanish, an American, even a Mexican were all fine but did they have to include a fucking Brit?

Her ladyship, she insisted, Camilla Hornbright was a blight on this show. Thank the Goddess she hadn't been placed as my roommate. I'd have probably strangled the bitch by now, which was probably why they weren't come to think of it. Bad enough she was a pommy but she was some kind of fucking noble as well. She'd been dumb enough to call me a bloody peasant while the host showed us around this stupidly large hotel and then found out just how deep the fountain in the lobby was.

I didn't lose any points for that, actually gained a few funnily enough when Steven cheered me on. He hadn't much liked her attitude either.

Steven still looked like a weasel up on his throne, but he had a much better fitting suit on now. Still really nervous though, the others had been giving him a big ration of shit for this mess though it was obvious none of this was his idea. We'd had to go on 'dates' with him this week and instead of berating him I'd taken the time to get to know him instead. I wasn't thrilled about being in a man's harem but it was obvious alienating the poor guy wouldn't help.

He'd really appreciated our time, had been a total gentleman in fact. Turns out I reminded him of his mother of all things.

Yes it had been a interesting week capped off by the 'challenge' that wasn't really. A foot race of all things was just laughable. Agnes came in dead last hauling those massive tits of course, the useless tick on society couldn't run for shit, and Tonya barely had any muscle on her. That just left me and Maria as the only ones in shape and short as she was there was no way my long legs were coming in second.

And that meant no transformation for me this round. Thank the Goddess indeed. Our host tried to tell us in her way there was no way to win on challenge victories alone but I wasn't touching Steven even if he didn't seem so bad now. Nine more challenges like this one and we'd see about if I could win or not, and I was betting on could.

Our host, who's name I could never quite grasp, was announcing some kind of popularity vote taken by the audience. I tried not to think of people watching our every move, but it was hard to do so when we were being ranked by them.

Then a big shock, apparently I'd come in first place somehow. "Wow, uh thanks. I don't know what to say but I'll keep trying my hardest." I told the hidden viewers. No transformation for me today but we'd been told they were the ones to pick them, and it was best to have them on your side.

Poor Tonya had come in dead last, she fired off a hell of a retort though. Apparently no points lost for insulting the audience. She was really quite inventive, and I'd been told Americans didn't know how to cuss. The fucking Brit only just beat her, which was a travesty as far as I was concerned. If I was lucky Her highness would show us what a elimination looked like.

Then the host showed us lists of our possible transformations and everyone went quiet. Was she kidding with this shit?! Each person, save for myself thankfully, had some truly degrading options.

Agnes started into some really vile sounding German, but then she could just be ordering breakfast for all I knew, German is that kind of language. I could hardly blame her, her punishment had been bad enough but it looked like they wanted to make her some kind of cow with these.

Lucia's all seemed to do with children, the first one would even make it so she was no longer barren though it also would give her a greater chance for multiple births. Still at least one transformation looked like a kindness.

Maria was down on her knees praying, her mildest option would make it so she could only wear her underclothes. I had to admit I wouldn't mind seeing the muscular woman with less clothes on, but not like this.

Tonya's options were also predictably bad. looking at the one that purported to erase her name and leave her known only as Toy caused the biggest spike of pain I'd felt all week.

I couldn't contain my laughter when I looked at the bitches options, which got me a shocked look from the others. Sure this was horrible but a Duchess **** to wear maid's outfit was hilarious. The one that would **** her to fetch anything Steven threw was pretty good too. I tried to reign in my mirth though, I didn't want to alienate the others any more than I did Steven.

Though Steven was a worry all his own, his eyes gleamed looking at the options. Our host seemed to ask him his preferences on the transformations, I wondered if that would have more or less weight than popularity on the audience choices. Either way didn't bode well for Tonya. My worry was for nothing though as he was fairly kind to the first three, not Tonya though, no shock there.

Then Steven shocked us all. "So which one do you like for your rival Sharron?" He asked me what I thought? Fuck. This wasn't going to look good no matter what I said. Well how I felt was no secret, but still.

I looked over at what should be our host, trying with my eyes to ask her what I should do. For a moment pain blossomed inside my head and her green green eyes met my own. She turned away then with a wave of long blue hair.

I found myself on my knees clutching the side of my head, my hand wet with something black that dripped down my arm.

Before the pain took me I looked to Steven and we shared a cruel smile. "Put the bitch in a maid's dress and make her clean the master suit. Maybe she can be useful for once in her life."

Steven's laughter followed me down into darkness.

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Shar sat up in bed abruptly, pain burning in her head and shame burning in her stomach. How quickly she'd turned on some petty noble for Steven's amusement. For her own cheap ****. Camilla hadn't deserved that, none of them had.

Still she had her prize this night. The faded sad smile was stronger in her memory than ever, joined now by emerald eyes and a waterfall of sky blue hair.

"I will find you." Shar said bitterly, wishing she could still cry.