Finally. Let's get to some action!

“Annnd we’re back!”, Sage announced to an increasingly confused group of contestants. “Wait, what?”, Grace asked. “You said people would vote on this stuff and it’s been all of about ten seconds since you said that!” Sage grinned and winked at Grace. “Magic, my dear. Remember the part where I told you that you’ll be returned before anyone actually notices you’re gone? Same principle here. Time can be monkeyed with so that we experience it at a different rate than other realities. I could try to explain how it works, but I don’t want to.”

Grace frowned, but said nothing. The more she could get Sage to monologue, the more information they would get. And no matter how bizarre and fucked up this whole situation seemed, underneath all of the chaos and seemingly arbitrary actions there appeared to be some kind of rules in place. And rules were something Grace knew a thing or two about. Just survive until you can make your move, girl. That’s all you need to do. That’s all you CAN do. Get through this, and that bitch will get hers. One way or another. Whatever happens, don’t give them the reaction they’re looking for. You’ve gotten jury verdicts that sucked and you managed to hold it together. This is no different. Except, in her heart, Grace knew that this situation she found herself in was absolutely different. How can they mess with my brain? Will I feel it? Will I notice it? Will I care what they’ve done to me? These last two thoughts scared her the most. Before she could go too far down a rabbit hole of introspection, Sage clapped her hands and the spotlight centered on her.

“Where to begin?”, Sage asked, looking at each of the contestants in turn. “Before any of you ask, the answer is yes. I will be using both of my vetoes this round. However, I’m going to wait until the end and announce it then where I’m using them. We wouldn’t want to deprive any of you of the drama and anticipation that our lovely audience is experiencing!” At this proclamation, the tension among the group managed to increase to an almost tangible level.

“In what is a surprise to probably only the very newest members of our audience, with an overwhelming percentage of the votes, Princess of the Night won in a landslide. Let’s take a minute and say hi to our newest goth girlfriend!”

Princess of the Night - Suzanne is tall, pale, and has raven black hair. One would think she had the makings of a perfect goth. We here at Harem Hotel agree! With this transformation, she will receive a goth makeover and her former wardrobe of brightly colored clothes will change into brightly colored lingerie. For outerwear, she will have a multitude of outfit choices, from ripped jeans and leather, to miniskirts and combat boots. The only catch is it'll always be black. Should she elect to get any body art, that may contain color. (Goth)

Sage spun and pointed at Suzanne and snapped her fingers. The change was complete and instantaneous. One minute, the 19 year old was in yoga pants and a pink sports bra. The next, she was in a black miniskirt with fishnet stockings, black boots, and a black crop top. Her makeup, which was previously non-existent, now featured black lipstick, mascara, and heavy black eyeliner. Sage made a twirling motion with her hand, and mutely, Suzanne slowly turned in a circle. “Looking good!”, Sage crowed. Let’s hear from our Master. Dave, don’t be shy. Tell us what you think!”

Dave clamped his mouth shut. By all outward appearances, it appeared as if he were struggling to not throw up. What started as a slight flush to his cheeks soon turned into an unhealthy shade of red. “That is really fucking hot and that skirt makes her ass look amazing!”, Dave nearly shouted. He immediately clapped his hand to his mouth and the red which had been leaving his face rapidly returned. Sage grinned cheekily and winked at him. “See, that wasn’t so … hard, was it?”, Sage asked. Dave closed his eyes and winced, trying to ignore the various stares directed his way, all of them containing some mixture of disgust, fear, revulsion, and on one or two faces, pity. “There’s no shame in liking what you like, Master”, Sage continued. “You can’t control that any more than I can control how big Hillary’s tits are. Oh wait, scratch that. I CAN control that. You lot, on the other hand, are stuck with what our audience gives you.”

“But I am capable of exercising restraint, you psycho! Just because I think something, I don’t have to act on it or fucking announce it to the world!” Dave looked to have replaced most of his shame with anger. “How the fuck can I look any of them in the eye after this? How can I look in the fucking mirror after this?”

“Oh honey”, Sage murmured in a sickly sweet voice. “Why would you look at their eyes?” Before Dave could retort, Sage spun back to the contestants and clapped her hands. “In possibly the largest margin of victory, everybody get ready to say hello to Angela’s twin sister Bethany!”

Mistaken Identity - Angela has an identical twin sister, except that her sister is about as square as they come, with no ink, only one hole in each ear for earrings, and her natural hair color. This hasn't stopped Angela from attempting to pose as her sister when dealing with law enforcement, as her driver’s license picture doesn't show much in the way of her body mods or tattoos. This will summon Angela's twin Bethany to the show. As has been the norm on other seasons, they will share a collective score for actions that earn VP, BP, and in challenges. Additionally, Bethany will receive an equal number of tattoos and piercings, but not necessarily identical body mods and art. (Twin)

All eyes turned towards Angela, as she was now the focus of the spotlight. “No. No. Nononononono oh God no”, she whispered. With a pop!, suddenly standing next to Angela was her twin sister Bethany. In the increasingly small part of his mind that wasn’t preparing to shut down due to the insanity of the situation, Dave was struck at how similar, yet also different the two women were. Height, build, eyes, nose, mouth… identical. But that’s where the similarities ended. Where Angela had darker hair, Bethany’s was a light brown, bordering on dirty blonde. Where Angela wouldn’t have looked out of place in a mosh pit, Bethany had the look of a secretary. White blouse buttoned almost all the way up. Dark grey skirt hanging just past her knees. Heels, but sensible ones, probably not more than two inches in height. Minimal jewelry. Dave caught the glint of silver around Bethany’s neck. Please don’t be some religious necklace, Dave thought. He looked to her hands. One silver ring with some kind of design etched into it on her right middle finger. Nothing on her left hand at all. Thank fuck for small favors. At least there's not a fiancee or husband out there... A simple silver bracelet on her left wrist. One sparkling stud in each ear. Zero tattoos. Dave was reminded of videos he had seen on social media where people with extensive tattoos and body modifications underwent an **** makeover and had a chance to see themselves as they “normally” would appear. It’s like déjà vu all over again he thought.

“Angela? What’s going on? Where are we? Who are these people? What have you gotten yourself into? What have you gotten ME into?” Bethany’s voice became increasingly shrill until she was practically screeching the last question. “Let her go!”, Angela screamed at Sage. “I’ll do anything you want, but please let her go!”

Sage looked touched for a second before she dropped the expression and began laughing. “Oh dear, that’s a good one. ‘Let her go.’ In case you haven’t picked up on this yet, that’s not how we do things here. I DO have people to answer to, and I’m not in a habit of routinely defying the wishes of the people. Think of it this way… Now you have someone who is 100% on your side and will almost certainly not try to fuck you over!” Sage clapped her hands and beamed at Angela.

“But what’s going on?!?”, yelled Bethany. Angela opened her mouth to try to explain, but Sage snapped her fingers, causing Bethany to flinch. “No time for all of that tedious exposition, dear. We have a show to run and people to do!”

Bethany staggered and clutched her head. “Holy snickers! This can’t be real! I mean, she just snapped and it zapped a whole bunch of stuff into my head, but how is this a thing? Why am I accepting this? Why doesn’t someone stop you? How can you get away with this?”

“Too many parts of that question to answer and we don’t have time for it anyways. The short answer is we do this because we can and because we make a shitload of what I’ll euphemistically call ‘money’ doing it because people LOVE watching it happen. Especially to girls like you!” Sage blew a kiss at Bethany. “Now. Moving right along – “

Bethany started to say something, but Angela smacked her arm and violently shook her head. “Don’t say anything”, she mouthed. Maybe she’s forgotten. Maybe she’s running low on magic juice or whatever. Angela didn’t particularly care why Sage hadn’t done anything to her sister. She was just glad that she could hopefully spare Beth the indignity of having her bodily autonomy so callously overridden.

“Yes?”, Sage paused and looked at Angela. “N-nothing. We’re good. Right sis?” Angela stammered. Not understanding, but trusting her sister, Bethany nodded her head.

“Alrighty then. Moving right along, up next is…. Grace!” Grace felt her legs begin to move and found herself standing in front of Sage. “Hello dear”, Sage said sweetly. “Have I got a deal for you! I’ll give you one Victory Point if you smack your ass right now!”

Smack! Grace had only barely comprehended the statement before she registered the sensation of getting spanked. Almost immediately she realized that her hand was also slightly stinging. _What the fuck? _she thought. Oh shit. That means – “That’s right, Grace my dear! Our viewers apparently have a thing for the law, or at least sexy lawyers, and with a rather impressive margin, Read the Fine Print won!

Read the Fine Print - Even though Grace only practices criminal law, she still remembers her days as a law student working for a big civil firm. In contract law, for a contract to be legally binding, there must be an offer, an acceptance, and some kind of consideration, or thing of value exchanged. From now on, any contestant will instinctively know what the "cost" would be, be it VP, BP, sexual favors, or almost any other act, for any action and may propose a contract to Grace, that she will be unable to reject her acceptance of. This contract is binding and may not be rescinded by either party or by Dave. (Lawyer)

Grace : +1 VP

“You gotta be shitting me. No refusal? No negotiation? That’s some shitty wording you guys came up with.” Grace glared at Sage. “Is it safe to assume you’re done tormenting me?”

“Hahahahaha not by a long shot, dear!”, Sage replied. “But I AM done with you for now. “ And with a wave of the host’s hand, Grace found herself dismissed back to the group of waiting contestants.

“Now let’s see… which one of you lucky ladies is next?” Sage made as if she were examining a crowd far larger than the eight people in front of her. Louise seemed to be in shock. Hillary was still trying (and failing) to cover her new, exposed breasts. Jane was shifting from foot to foot while trying to maintain an aloof affect. “Jane!”, Sage shouted. Hearing her name, Jane jerked and tried to compose herself. “Let’s hear your thoughts now that the moment of truth is here!”, Sage invited. Jane felt her mouth open and begin speaking. “I am freaking out right now. I have seen some scary shit and I have thought that I was gonna die or that I was gonna have to shoot someone and none of that holds a candle to what I’m feeling right now. I am so angry as well, but right now the fear is definitely in the driver’s seat. I REALLY don’t want you fucking with my head, but I REALLY don’t want to be a hooker. Fuck! I really wish I could shut the fuck up right about now…” Mercifully, whatever compulsion Sage had put on Jane ended and she sagged, shoulders slumping. Dave felt a new wave of anger at the way his partner His PARTNER! was being treated. Dave tried to keep the despair for his friend off of his face. As he stood there fighting to keep his emotions in check, he was more than a little ashamed when he realized that he was beginning to feel a little horny. Stop it! He yelled at himself. _They didn’t ask for this. They don’t want this. They don’t want YOU. At least one of them does though a voice whispered from the dark part of his mind. Sage made her tell the truth and she said it loud and clear! But she’s a fucking kid! She’s nineteen! In college! She’s a legal adult in every state in America! Dave didn’t have a comeback for that last argument. Besides… you know you’d love to hate fuck Hillary, wouldn’t you? After the shit she pulled? Fucking you out of half your retirement? Fucking you over for that promotion? You know you’d like to just bend her over and –_ “ENOUGH!”, Dave yelled, startling everyone.

Sage looked at Dave curiously. “What was that dear? Enough with the foreplay? Why all you had to do was ask, Master.” Embarrassed by his outburst, Dave experienced a fresh helping of shame as Jane looked at him, pleading for him to do something, anything with her eyes. “That’s not – Uh, I mean, no. That’s not what I want.”

Sage put on a wicked grin. “Oh you tease! We can keep on talking to Jane for a bit longer then, I suppose.”

“NO!”

Dave and Jane both looked at each other in surprise at their simultaneous outburst. He hadn’t meant to say anything. I’m not going to play her sick games, he had told himself. Jane, on the other hand, just wanted it over with. Will I know what’s different? Will I still be me? Fuck! Just do it already, bitch!

Sage put a hand to her mouth in feigned shock. “Oh my! Such passion! Such forcefulness! Such… Unity! That’s right, my dears. With over 70% of the vote, One of the Boys wins!

One of the Boys - in a mostly male profession, Jane has worked hard to be seen as and accepted as a working cop, just like the other guys. This desire to fit in will be amplified, as she will now be bisexual, will start to adopt Dave's sexual preferences/kinks, and won't be bothered to be nude or partially nude around Dave, as she sees herself as one of the guys. (Tomboy)

Jane tensed and closed her eyes. She waited expectantly for what, she wasn’t sure. As the seconds passed and nothing continued to happen, she opened her eyes and looked at Sage. “Are you going to zap me or whatever? Just fucking do it! I’m sick of standing here staring at Hillary’s new tits and that sweet ass on Suzanne waiting for you to fuck with my brain! Just do it already!”

In the sudden silence, Jane could have sworn she could actually hear the sound of the blood rushing to her face. “Oh my God! Why did I say that? Is that seriously what you’re fucking thinking right now?” This last was directed at Dave, who had the grace to at least look embarrassed.

“Now now, dear. Let’s not be too harsh on the Master. You forgot to mention what offers he was considering for Grace here.”

Dave looked miserable. “Again, nobody can control thoughts that pop in their heads! I’m not going to ACT on them! Also, I wasn’t thinking about offering Grace anything!”

“But you are now, though. Aren’t you?” Sage’s smile couldn’t have been sweeter. Turning to Jane, Sage continued. “Also, those were YOUR thoughts just now. Not Dave’s. Or rather, Dave had those thoughts, too. But they were independent of yours. Like it or not, sis, you’re playing for a different team now!” Sage cackled and gave Dave an exaggerated wink before loudly stage whispering, “You’re welcome!”

Sage turned back to the group. “Louise and Hillary. Hillary and Louise. Attorney and client. Betrayer and Cheater.” Hillary’s eyes flashed, but Sage was disappointed when Hillary was able to hold her tongue. “So Louise! Tell me… How often did you give Dave here head in the decade-plus that you were together?”

Louise’s eyes bulged and she looked like she was going to be sick. Looking down, she mumbled an answer.

“What was that dear? I’m afraid nobody could hear that!”, Sage called.

Louise straightened up and in a monotone answered, “Five.”

Sage looked aghast. “My stars! How unfortunate! Surely then, you went without Dave going down on that sweet kitty between your legs, then. Right?”

Louise looked to be on the verge of tears, but gave an audible, “No.”

“No?”, Sage cried? You don’t mean that you got head all the time while our poor Master didn’t? Surely that’s not what you’re saying, is it?”

“Yes”, came the shaky reply from Louise.

“But that hardly seems fair to me”, Sage continued. “Wait! Don’t tell me! Dave didn’t like blowjobs! That must be the reason why things were so out of whack in that department, right?”

“No.” The beginnings of a tear were forming in Louise’s right eye.

“Then what was the reason?”, Sage inquired with a malicious smile.

“I didn’t want to. I think it’s demeaning. It's gross! He wanted to c-c-cum in my mouth! We were married! I shouldn’t have had to do that anymore! “ By the end of her little speech, Louise was openly crying and very nearly screaming.

“Sage! Stop it! That’s enough!”, Dave yelled.

Sighing, Sage nodded her head. “As you wish, Master. I just thought you’d like to hear the truth for once from her as to why every time she promised a blowjob, something would always come up and it wouldn’t happen. Maybe time was short and so a quickie had to suffice. Maybe she suddenly realized that she ‘drank too much’. How many times did a migraine happen? Did you ever think it was weird that your wife only had migraines when the subject of sucking your dick came up?” Sage couldn’t help herself. It just felt so good to twist the knife sometimes. He might hate me now, but later on, he’s going to remember what she said. It’s one thing to have suspicions, but it’s a whole ‘nother thing to have them confirmed. Yessiree, in a couple of days, a week tops, she’s gonna be gargling on his balls.

Sage put on a neutral expression. “As Master Dave has asked, so shall I do.” Hearing this, Dave rolled his eyes. “After all that leadup, I bet you know where this is going, don’t you, Louise?”

Louise closed her eyes, composed herself, and gave a shaky nod.

“That’s right! With yet another HUGE margin of victory, the audience has chosen, Let Me Help You With That!

Let Me Help You With That - Louise feels guilty about how she handled her divorce with Dave. Now she will get a sexual thrill from facilitating or observing Dave hooking up with other women (Group Sex)

Louise looked confused. “But I thought you were giving me that… blowjob one”, she near-whispered.

“Ha!”, exclaimed Sage. “I bet you did! Did you read that one carefully? Did you notice that it doesn’t say anything about only applying to blowjobs? You’d enjoy eating at the ‘Y’ if you’d have gotten that one!”

Louise blanched. “But I’m not gay. Or bi. Or into girls at all!”

Sage grinned. “Do you honestly think anyone in our audience cares even the tiniest bit about that? But not to worry! The audience has spoken, and they have decided that they’d rather see you as an active participant helping Dave hook up. Who knows? Maybe you’ll find you like the taste of pussy all on your own! You and Jane should definitely put your heads and other parts, wink wink together”, Sage continued. “Think about it. Wouldn’t it be hot to make out with Suzanne while Dave rails her from behind? Or how hot would it be to play with Grace’s pussy while she blows your ex husband? Or what if Dave wanted you to go down on Jane while he fucks you?” Sage had a wicked gleam in her eye. Now that she had put those images into Louise’s head, the reserved dentist found herself unable to banish those thoughts. The ratings from her first threesome will more than make up for what it cost me to send her those images, Sage thought.

Meanwhile, Louise’s mind was going ninety to nothing. To her mounting shock and horror, with every scenario Sage described, she felt herself getting more and more turned on. What had started as a tiny spark of heat had blossomed into an inferno in her core. Her nipples felt like they could scratch diamond and her panties were embarrassingly damp. Damp? Her pussy was damp like OJ was innocent. She was WET. As she stood there trying to discreetly rub her thighs together, fighting the urge to play with herself until she came like a tsunami, she barely heard Sage dismiss her.

“And lastly, the moment I’ve all been waiting for!”, Sage cried. Hillary scowled at Sage and tried to put on her best “courtroom demeanor.” You wanna embarrass me? It’s gonna take a lot more than having my tits out to do that, bitch. Hillary was accustomed to being stared at. She was tall, attractive, and she had (in her not so humble opinion) a very nice ass. Pilates and yoga, motherfuckers. This shit takes WORK. And I’m Asian. How many times had she been hit on in college by some asshole with Yellow Fever? She could still remember how angry she had been that night when her asshole ex-husband had drunkenly confessed that the hottest thing about her was her Japanese ancestry. After years of dating, and, apparently years of LYING, that bastard finally admitted it. Thank god I didn’t let him knock me up.

Hillary saw herself as an ass-kicker in high heels. So the courtroom was where the big boys play? She’d see about that. How many times had she been underestimated in court because she had a vagina? How many times had she made those assholes pay? How many of the judges couldn’t seem to recognize her at bar association functions? And how many of them would go on to proposition her, or in more than one instance, send her a dick pick just as soon as she gave them her number. How naïve had she been, thinking that finally her hard work was being noticed. But no. Those old, (mostly) white men had seen just an Asian piece of ass. Maybe a bartender? Maybe a server or catering manager? Definitely NOT a lawyer. How satisfying had it been the first time in Judge Blankenship’s courtroom after he send her a picture of his sad, old dick. She didn’t think that old white man could get any paler, but he had. And strangely enough, a disproportionate number of her motions were being granted. In EVERY courtroom. It was almost like –

“HILLARY!”, Sage shouted.

“What?!”, Hillary replied.

“I asked if you were done daydreaming and if you were ready to hear the good news?”

Hillary’s pleasant stroll down memory lane came to an abrupt halt. She was suddenly all too aware that her now enormous (to her) boobs were hanging out and that little itch in her pussy from earlier had definitely morphed into undeniable heat. And to top it all off, her fucking nipples were pierced! Like she was some kind of livestock, or property to be decorated at someone else’s whim?! And as she adjusted her stance, she was reminded of that unfamiliar and ever-increasing tightness in her breasts. I swear I can feel a sloshing sensation -

“Maybe that initial boob transformation is hitting you harder than I thought it would”, Sage smirked.

Mortified, Hillary realized that she had once again zoned out to thoughts of **** and power. She steeled herself and repeated her mantra of strength in her mind. I’m not giving them the satisfaction. They’re not going to break me. I’m not giving them the satisfaction…

Irked that she couldn’t get a further rise out of Hillary, Sage decided to move along. I’m ready for a commercial break, that’s for sure. “And the winner for our favorite scumbag lawyer is…!” A drumroll filled the space.

Art Imitates Life - Hillary is a high-powered lawyer. She has forged a reputation of being a strong, independent woman that doesn’t need a man. Perhaps this attitude contributed to her own divorce? Part of what attracted her ex-husband to her was her Japanese ancestry. Hillary will gradually adopt more "traditional" Japanese female mannerisms and customs, becoming more submissive and docile towards her Master. (Tradwife)

“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I kiss his ass!”, Hillary snarled. As soon as the words left her mouth, Hillary fought an urge to immediately apologize for her inappropriate outburst. Inappropriate outburst? What the fuck? The only things inappropriate about that outburst was its brevity and lack of **** to punctuate my point. Hillary felt a chill go down her spine. Oh God. She really fucking did it to me. I will NOT become some sick parody! I am a strong woman! I am better than this!

“Oh, my sweet summer child”, Sage cooed. “By all means, fight it. Give it your all. But one way or another, you WILL come to embrace your new role in your Master’s harem. Incidentally, since the competition has well and truly begun, here you go!"

Showed Master Her Tits! +3 VP First! +3 VP

Hillary: 6 VP

Sage clapped her hands excitedly and turned to face Dave. “Isn’t this great? Aren’t you excited to take these new and improved bodies on a test drive?” Sage gave Dave an exaggerated wink. “It’s OK if you want to keep up your whole ‘This is wrong and I’m going to find a way to undo your evil magic blah blah blah’ schtick if you want. But I know what’s going on in your head. And we ALL can see that at least one part of you likes what it sees.

Too late, Dave realized that Sage was indeed correct and he reached to cover the erection tenting his pants. What the fuck? Dave thought. He had never had a giant cock. “Perfectly average” would have been the best descriptor for his equipment. None of his partners had ever expressed displeasure or any other negative with regards to his performance in the sack. But what his hands were attempting to hide was substantially more than he thought should be there.

Seeing the shocked expression on Dave’s face, Sage’s grin turned into a full-blown smile. “Just because it didn’t go up for a vote, don’t think you were being left out, my dear Master. I have given you what I have come to think of as my ‘Bitch Tamer Starter Pack’. You’ll find you’re now packing considerably more in the length and girth departments. Additionally, the term ‘refractory period’ will become a thing of the past. You will find that every load you produce will be substantially larger than you have produced before. And lastly,”, at this point Sage turned to take in all the assembled contestants with her gaze, “Your cum will not only not taste bad, it will taste delicious to every one of your women!” Sage beamed expectantly while looking at Dave. “Well? Aren’t you thrilled?”

“I guess?”, Dave mumbled. Internally, Dave was conflicted. He KNEW that this whole show was evil. He had spent a majority of his career trying to help protect (mostly) women from predators. And now, much to his shame, he couldn’t help but imagine some of the scenarios Sage had described to his ex-wife. Guiltily, he chastised himself. You were already thinking about Suzanne well before that witch got to Louise. And don’t even pretend like you didn’t think of several “transactions” to propose to Grace. Red-faced, Dave tried to look anywhere but at the assembled women who were to become his harem. What the fuck am I going to do with a harem? I couldn’t even make it work with ONE woman and now I’ve got to satisfy SIX? Sage grinned, knowing if not exactly what thoughts were going through Dave’s mind, a very good approximation thereof.

“Now before we get to your accommodations, there’s just a teensy bit of housekeeping we need to take care of. First, we will have our initial Best Girl poll. We don’t want you just sitting around looking at items you cant afford, do we? Your placement in this poll will determine your starting BPs. And don’t worry. We here at Harem Hotel are firm believers in participation trophies.” Sage frowned briefly. “At least, we firmly believe that you will participate and become a trophy for your Master! That’s it. That’s how that goes. Sorry for any confusion.” More canned laughter and applause was piped in.

“And secondly, is the matter of my vetoes!” Confusion quickly was replaced by apprehension on the faces of the assembled ladies. “You didn’t think I had forgotten, did you?”

“I halfway expected you to fuck it up, so… yeah? Kind of?”, Hillary snarked. Stupid! Why did I have to open my fucking mouth? Why am I antagonizing her? What will Master Dave think? What will WHO think? Ohmigod. I just called him Master. Why did that make my pussy twitch? FUCK! Stop it! He is NOT your master. Get it together!

Sage glared at Hillary while the latter engaged in a furious internal debate. “You know, Hillary, you weren’t going to get a veto, but I believe my plans will have to adapt. Since you’re doing your best to become a bother to me, turnabout is only fair!

Pain in the Ass: Hillary has been vocal to Dave's chief about how awful Dave is, helping to prevent Dave's promotion to sergeant. She's also been extremely vocal in the past about how anal is something she would NEVER demean herself to do, because she views it as an act only a weak, submissive woman would allow. Hillary's digestive system will become perfectly efficient, meaning she will perpetually have a clean and empty digestive tract. Additionally, her clit will be relocated to just inside her anus, and her colon will produce the exact same lube that her pussy does. She'll still be theoretically be able to orgasm from vaginal sex, but will find it much easier to cum from anal sex or anal play. If Dave has anal sex with her, the orgasm(s) will be better than anything she'd ever experienced from conventional sex or oral sex. (Anal Only)

“Look at the bright side, honey”, Sage laughed. “You’ll never have to poop again! But before we swap that transformation out, we have one more veto!”

Sage looked at each woman, her eyes lingering on various parts of their bodies. Nodding to herself after she had satisfied herself with her inspection of the contestants, Sage smiled and pointed to Louise. “You know, I just don’t think it’s fair giving you such a beneficial transformation. Not at the start, anyways.”

“Beneficial? You call this shit beneficial? What the fuck are you talking about? I should be grateful to you for making me horny imagining my EX-husband fucking other women? Or for making it a turn-on to imagine a fucking threesome with him and one of these bitches?”, Louise screamed.

“Who are you calling a bitch, bitch?”, Jane asked, turning to face Louise.

“I don’t know you! How could you call me such a name?”, Bethany squeaked out.

“Ladies, Ladies, remember: You WILL NOT hit your harem sisters… unless they ask you to”, Sage said with a grin. “But seriously, **** towards myself, my staff, the Master, or your harem sisters outside of VERY specific conditions, such as Jell-O wrestling during a challenge, will be met with immediate and very harsh treatment. Do I make myself clear?”

While Sage’s tone of voice had been jovial when she started her impromptu speech, by the end of it, all warmth had fled from her voice and from her expression. “This is your reality now. For your sake, make peace with it and embrace it. Or don’t. In fact, I hope you fight it til the very end. There’s nothing I (and a good portion of our audience, I believe) love more than the gradual breaking down of your oh-so-high-and-mighty egos. Now as for you”, Sage turned and pointed back at Louise. “That transformation was absolutely a boon. Have you already forgotten that you get points for sexy times while here on the show? And that those points are higher if the Master is involved? I hardly think it’s fair to give you, who arguably knows him the best out of everyone here, such an advantage. Why, I bet you have an idea of what he likes already, don’t you?”

All eyes turned to Louise, whose face began to redden.

“That’s alright dear. You don’t have to share with the group. The point is, I don’t think you’ve earned a boon yet. And speaking of earning…”

Princess to Pauper - Louise was stingy with blowjobs while married but demanded cunnilingus regularly. While her distaste of blowjobs won't change on its own, she will experience a strong orgasm by giving an oral sex orgasm to someone else. This effect is stronger if that other person is Dave. (Cumslut)

Louise looked as if she would be sick. “But that’s disgusting! That’s where he pees!”

Sage stared at Louise. “That never stopped you for asking for him to go down on you, did it?”, Sage inquired.

“But that -… It was- … It’s just gross!” Louise blurted out.

“We’ll see how you feel about that soon enough. Now! With no further ado, let’s get some veto magic going!” And with that, Sage spread her arms wide and brought her hands together in a thunderous clap.

Everyone looked around expectantly. Most eyes had locked on to Louise, as she had let out an involuntary “Eek!” at the abnormally loud sound. Louise looked down at herself, as if she expected to feel or see any physical difference. Hillary was grateful for the momentary distraction that Louise had caused. That… feeling_…fuck! Not just a feeling. I’m fucking horny! had vanished and reappeared so suddenly it had nearly caused her knees to buckle. It took all of Hillary’s willpower to not shove her hand down the front of her pants to confirm what she dreaded she would find. She knew. Without a shadow of a doubt, her ass was alive. It needed to be filled. She was wet. It would feel so good to have her ass played with. I wonder what it’ll feel like to get fucked there? Will it feel as good as my pussy did to have my ass licked? Will I want to play with my ass? What will it feel like if the Master cums in my ass?_ It was when she realized that she was envisioning Dave bending her over and sodomizing her virgin asshole that Hillary truly began to despair for the first time. Will I even recognize myself? Will anybody recognize me?

“Oh you stupid motherfuckers!”

All eyes jumped back to Sage, who stood, in her now familiar pose with one finger held to her ear.

“What do you mean, ‘Oops’?”

“Yes, I heard you say that! Apparently you can even fuck up your internal monologue!”

“Aaargh! I need you to explain, using small words, what you just did.”

“You what?”

“Well fucking undo it then!”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“Do you require some extra motivation, Larry?”

“NO! I am NOT FUCKING HITTING ON YOU!”

“YES! THAT kind of motivation!”

“What?”

“Of course I can. I’m the fucking host, aren’t I?”

“What do you mean those transformations were prepaid?”

“So you’re telling me that you fucking brought some cheap-ass PERMANENT transformations onto MY show?”

“Of course they were cheap! You can’t fix them! Or veto them! That takes sufficiently more magic than just sticking dog ears on a bitch and saying ‘Now you’re REALLY a bitch’!”

“Is that how your so-called budget for our magic expenditure was so much higher than the rest of the production assistants’?”

“You motherfucker. This is fine. This will be fine. And if I keep repeating that long enough, I might forget that I want to kill you. There is a solution. Fucking take the unused ones back and get a refund.”

“…”

“What. The. Fuck. Terry?”

“I heard you the first time! But did it not raise just the smallest red flag when they said, ‘No takesy backsies’? And did they really use those exact words?”

“By the Great Hairy Cock, you are something else, Terry.”

“NO! That was NOT a compliment!”

“Great. We’ll just have to let our audience know gong forward… We’ll come up with a way to spin this. Maybe tell them that the contestants did something off-camera and they got a punishment?”

“WHAT? What do you mean we’re still live? I CLEARLY gave the ‘cut to commercial’ signal! That signal was YOUR idea!”

“Just stop. Stop talking, stop thinking, and let’s try stopping breathing. Do that last one for as long as possible. I’ll fucking handle this.”

Sage squared her shoulders and plastered on her biggest, most sincere gameshow host smile and faced the invisible camera.

“Well! I’m sure that came as a surprise to you all watching at home! I know I sure was surprised! Well, it looks like Let Me Help You With That and Art Imitates Life aren’t going anywhere. How lucky is that, Louise? I’m sure the other girls are jealous of you now!”

A quick shot of Louise’s face showed an expression that looked anything but pleased.

“Wait a second! What about these ridiculous tits?”, Hillary shouted. “They’re still going away in a week, right?”

“Oooooh. Umm… I don’t think so”, Sage replied. “It looks like they’re a part of you now.”

“FUUUUUUCK!!!”, Hillary screamed. She continued screaming, an incoherent torrent of rage and frustration.

Sage held up her hand and all talking (and screaming) ceased. She put a finger to her ear.

“What’s that? “

“Oh yes! During the demonstration of your utter lack of competence and good judgement just now, I nearly forgot!”

Turning to Angela and Bethany, Sage beckoned them towards her. Woodenly, the twins took three steps towards Sage. Bethany reached down and held Angela's hand.

“We almost forgot about you two and your makeover, Bethany! Not to worry. Good ol’ Sage will fix you right up!” And with a twirl of her hands and a snap of her fingers, Bethany was suddenly a mirror image of her sister. Where Angela’s right arm was a full sleeve, Bethany’s left arm sported the exact same tattoos. Where Angela had only half of her left arm tattooed, only half of Bethany’s right arm had any ink on it. Gone were Bethany's conservative, white-collar clothes. In their place was an identical outfit to her sister.

Sage squinted at the twins. Something wasn’t quite right. “Aha!”, Sage exclaimed. “I got it!” And with another twirl and a snap, both twins howled, doubling over and grabbing their breasts and crotches.

“What the fuck was that?”, yelled Angela. “It felt like I got my tits and pussy pierced all over again!”

“Is that what that was?”, a shellshocked Bethany whispered. “You mean you have jewelry in your …you know… down there?” This last part was barely audible.

“And now you do too!” Sage crowed. “But, I did modify them just a smidge. Where Angela has barbells, you have rings. Where she has a ring through her clit’s hood, you have a stud. That way, your Master will be able to tell at a glance who is who! Isn’t that just grand?”

“That’s so fucked up, but you didn’t answer my question. Why did it feel like my tits just got pierced all over again?”, Angela demanded.

Sage furrowed her brow. “I’m not sure. Hang on a sec.” Sage turned away and put her finger to her ear.

“You did what?”

“Why did you add that?”

“What do you mean it was part of the transformation?”

“What do you mean the formatting fucked up and cut it off?”

“So they also got Shared Sin-sations? Did we pay extra for that?"

"It was included for buying all of that other shit? Fucking hell. You better believe we will be having a talk as soon as this episode wraps.”

Sage turned back to the twins. “It’s your lucky day! You apparently got the Shared Sin-sations package. With Shared Sin-sations, each of you will experience every sensation the other one does. Just imagine the possibilities!”

The twins looked horrified. Angela had no interest whatsoever in learning anything about her boring sister’s sad lack of a sex life. Bethany was horrified for the exact opposite reason. She had managed to hold on to her virginity and was still waiting for Mr. Right. Bethany was unsure if she would still be a virgin if her sister slept with … that man. What did that crazy lady with the tophat call him? Her Master? Bethany shuddered. Only the complete sensory overload and absolute strangeness of her situation kept her from collapsing into a crying puddle.

“And that’s it for now, folks! I know it ran a little long, but uh… we here at Harem Hotel hope you’ve enjoyed our show! Next episode, we’ll be taking our Master and his Harem to the namesake of this show! I’m sure you’re as excited as I am to see it! Don’t forget to vote on the Best Girl!”

A/N Thank you for all the support. This is a first-time effort and I’ve appreciated all the feedback. I plan to go back and fix typos and grammar after this goes live.

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