Gretchen Winifred, almost an unknown

Gretchen left the audit excited, seeing the faces red with anger and frustration on the part of those bastards filled her with joy. She had spent two years on this case and finally had enough to prove the Hyperfarma fraud. At least that would be the case at trial, she had to make the necessary arrangements, schedule the date, and many other things that her assistants would take care of. For today all that was left was to celebrate, a bottle of wine and a bubble bath would be perfect.

Gretch smoothed the wrinkles in her black suit, making sure everything was perfect, she didn't want to give a bad impression to those who saw her leave the building, it may be mean on her part, and it was, but she didn't care either, she worked to look good.

When she got to the parking lot, and her car, she left the briefcase in the back seat, she spent a few seconds looking at herself in the mirror, fixing her red hair. And she left the building with a smug grin, even after several blocks it didn't go away from her face, it felt great to win.

There were benefits in what she did, yes, when she showed that Hyperfarma reduced expenses by throwing its production waste into bodies of water, instead of treating it, she would **** them to take matters into their own hands, they would surely be fined, and if a miracle happened they would close, which was almost impossible, but she had nothing to lose by dreaming. Being a big company, it wouldn't affect them at all to have to spend a little more of their income to pay the fine and take care of their messes, she knew that very well, she wasn't a vigilante, she didn't do it because it was right.

She did it to win, it gave her an indescribable feeling to win, to be above others, even if it was a trifle. Even among her classmates at the studio, she competed with them violently to prove she was better, even if it wasn't necessary. Sometimes it got her into trouble, like a year ago when she almost got fired, but even when her attitude came back to bite her in the ass, she couldn't help but use it as a means to her pleasure, the poor bastard she blamed was fired instead.

She justified herself by saying that it was necessary, that the case with Hyperfarma was still open, and that she couldn't be fired from her job because of it, the sacrifice of her partner «What was his name?» was acceptable. But even she recognized the falsity of that statement.

She arrived home, parked the car in the garage, and went inside. It wasn't a mansion, she didn't earn enough to have one, one of the ones she liked, but it was a luxurious house. Two floors, modernist style with all those curves that she didn't understand the purpose of. The decor consisted of monochromatic tones, oddly shaped flowers, shelves with books she had never read, and four that the interior designer had placed, she didn't pay attention to them, they were just to impress her visitors.

She took a bottle of expensive wine from the kitchen, she didn't know the brand, she only bought it for its high price and a glass, and then she jumped straight to the bathroom. She prepared everything for a long shower of the kind she liked; hot water, perfumes, bubbles, and music. She left the bottle and the glass on the floor, and began to undress in front of a full-length mirror, she liked to admire herself, not out of vanity (or so she said) but to be happy with her work.

Wine red hair, dyed the shade she liked. A defined body, not muscular, but not flaccid either. Round and perky chest, not the size she would like, yet. Narrow waist that framed slight abs. Her hips weren't as axe as she would like, but she would fix that later. The only thing that made him frown was a small thing hanging from between his legs, a penis that, with the hormonal treatment, had shrunk in size, but logically did not disappear.

The image spoiled her moment, she didn't like seeing it, it reminded her of times when she didn't... she **** herself to look away. The shower was already full, she turned off the tap and prepared her glass of wine. The foam would cover up what she didn't want to see.

When she crouched down to pick up the bottle, tensing her round butt, she felt dizzy. Her eyes clouded over, she stared at nothing and without changing her position for a few seconds, as if she were putting on a show for someone. She stood up in the direction of her bathroom door, only instead of a white wooden door, there were two red curtains that opened on their own, leaving the view free to a deep darkness.

With a firm step, Gretchen entered that anomaly, the darkness swallowed her and...

— Gretchen Winifred ladies and gentlemen —. The applause and whistles coming from nowhere drowned out the howls of surprise from the other contestants.

Gretchen blinked several times to shake off the stupor she had fallen into, inspected her surroundings, slowly becoming alarmed by the strangeness of it all, the unknown place, the strange people, the half-naked woman in front of her. She remembered something of utmost importance, looked at her own sane, jumped in surprise, squealed in indignation, and covered herself at full speed.

— Listen to me well bastards, I don't know who you think you are, but I'm a lawyer and I can make you go through hell for all this! —, out of habit Gretchen went into "bitch mode" as a method of defense against the strange.

— Yes, yes, first anger, then denial, and whatever follows. This is getting old fast, it's the most boring part of the shows —, said the strange woman wearing a transparent dress—. ​​Let's make this short. Let me introduce myself, I'm Isabella, host of this season of Harem Hotel. You, my dear and sensual friend, were the lucky one chosen to leave your life behind and dedicate your existence to please the whims of your lord and master.

«This is a ****, this woman is crazy!» was the only thing Gretchen thought about when she heard the ravings of this clearly mentally unbalanced woman. She was surely a crazy woman who escaped from some psychiatric hospital, and now she kidnapped her and the other people.

A quick assessment of Isabella told her that the woman was not strong, very thin, without any muscles. Determined, she took a step back to gain momentum, and prepared to punch the crazy woman in the face. She took self-defense classes, and knew that with her superior physique she could knock her out if she aimed well. The fist headed for Isabella's jaw, anticipating a possible fracture, when…

She lost power in an instant, as if her arm passed through something very dense and viscous, stopping just to brush her target's cheek, her skin feeling unnaturally soft. Stunned, Gretchen tried to pull her arm away, but it was stuck in place.

— That, while not at all smart, gives me the opportunity to put on a show, and at the same time make you understand your situation —. The smile he gave her chilled her blood with fear.

In an instant she lost control of her body, her outstretched arm moved normally, she was like a puppet being manipulated with strings, she was terrified. Things got worse when both arms began to pull her nipples hard, she let out howls of pain, but she didn't stop. His hands were pushing her to a seat next to a blonde woman, opposite another woman who had a strange smile, while that was happening, he could feel his penis getting erect from the stimulation of her nipples, his previously reddish blush turned crimson at the humiliation of being seen by all these strangers.

When she got to her seat she collapsed on it, instantly regaining control of herself, covering her free chest and crotch with her arms, squeezing her legs, she tried to get up to run away from that hellish place, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't do it, she was stuck to that chair.

Recognizing her defeat, she stopped her attempts, looking ahead where Isabella stood in front of her, she didn't know when she moved. — I thank you for entertaining the audience. Now you understand your situation and what I can do to you, don't make me repeat it.— Isabella didn't ask, she declared.

Fear, terror, and anger were reflected on the redhead's face. — I understand. — There was no need to say more, this was beyond her in every way, it was better to be quiet and learn what she could and then escape.

Isabella inspected her from top to bottom, stopped at her groin, made a gesture that she couldn't identify if it was disgust or excitement, and then nodded, as if reaffirming something to herself. — Now that you're calm, I repeat myself. — I'm Isabella, and you've been selected to participate in Harem Hotel, the interdimensional reality show where you'll compete with four other women for your master's appreciation, or for your identity to be erased in the process.

Gretchen gritted her teeth, she didn't want to believe it, it was impossible, but everything that had happened to her proved otherwise. She turned her head towards the other contestants, assuming that the only man in the place, and the one sitting on a throne, was the master. His face seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite identify who he was.

— Don't leave us hanging, introduce yourself to the public. Tell us your name, what you do, what your relationship with your master is, and what your last sexual experience was.

The loss of control returned to Gretchen, instead of like a string puppet, this time the sensation was like that of a hand puppet, as if someone got inside her and moved her mouth and tongue against her will.

— My name is Gretchen Winifred, I work for a large law firm. I honestly don't remember who my master is, which I regret from the bottom of my soul. And my last sexual experience was a week ago, when I paid for it —. As she spoke, she became internally horrified by what her body was doing, which began to pose in an erotic way, uncovering her intimacy.

When she came to, she hurried to cover herself and said —, don't do that again —, with more fury than fear.

Isabella completely ignored her last words, she turned to look at a camera invisible to everyone —, how outrageous, it is inadmissible that a **** does not recognize the owner of her existence —, she brought the back of her hand to her forehead —, perhaps the master of the harem can clear up our doubts, do you recognize your property master?

Matías, who had been staring at her in a daze ever since Gretchen arrived, was snapped out of his excited trance —, I, uh, yes, I mean, she's not my property —, he hurried to avoid misunderstandings —, but I do recognize her, she's my dad's co-worker, I saw her at work once when I accompanied him, I don't remember why —. He paused, considering something —, I only saw her once, that can't be enough for you to get her into this.

The presenter only gave Matías an enigmatic look, as if she knew something he didn't —. Ah, I remember you, you're Benjamin's son —, Gretchen said —. Wait, is he supposed to be my master? He's a boy.

— Almost all of us said the same thing, he doesn't care —, Graciela said, who looked away from Gretchen's nakedness —. Can you give him some clothes, please? —, she asked her captor timidly.

— I could, but I won't. Anyway, we're almost done with the introduction, then you can go to your rooms to change —, she observed Gretchen's body with undisguised lust —, and the master likes to see her like that, his desires are priority.

— That's not true, I mean, I'm not saying she's not beautiful, but I don't want her to be naked…

Karla interrupted him —, Matías, sometimes less is more, just don't look at her.

For once Matías listened to his teacher and remained silent, he moved to stop looking at Gretchen, who returned his gaze with anger, to focus on Isabella, the half-naked state did not improve things, he looked away again at nothing.

— How sweet master, she will learn to enjoy her property. Speaking of property, we only need to introduce the last of your slaves and we can move on to the exciting part —. She skipped joyfully towards the entrance of the theatre, like a little girl promised candy, bouncing her tits. — It is my pleasure to introduce to you the final contestant of this season of Harem Hotel, a surprise for both the audience and the host. Someone you don’t expect to be here, and that person is…