He chooses to remove the rules

Davina returned a short while later for the Wheel of Fucktune ceremony to find everybody fully dressed in sexy and stylish outfits, the men peeing slightly peeved off at no longer having nude eye candy, and the girls grateful for their allowed sexual release and protection from the elements.

All except Stacey, who arrived late and smelling of pussy, and kissed Davina square on the lips, thanking her for what she did in a torrent of praise.

Davina blushed and told her it was nothing, “I was just horny as shit”.

Though Davina was now lagging behind in points, she was sure she could make it up again, and was elated that everybody was much happier now.

The Wheel chose Tanya and Rufus as the night’s lovers, and the two genders spent the nights in their own wings of the mansion.

Davina’s friends were over-the-moon with the result of the Gloryhole challenge; though they intentionally did bad jobs to support Davina, they were overly proud that she achieved the status of best blowjob-giver all by her own and used to proceeds to help out her fellow women.

The drinks flowed, though Davina didn’t drink as much, reeling from her conflicting emotions about her ‘victory’, but still greatly enjoyed the company of her friends, her only solace on the God-forsaken island, and by the end of the night all the girls were sat talking about their love life history.

Naturally, the conversation drifted onto bad boyfriends, and the topic of Devin came up, a common element between all of them.

The mood turned sincere and emotional, as each of the girls relayed their experiences with Devin, and how he manipulated and used them, breaking their hearts, and sending a lot of them into really dark places, while Davina sat there paying close attention to the girls’ opinions of him.

Be it from the feminization or spending so much time with these women, Davina was the most aware and empathetic she had ever been, and as each woman shared her suffering, Davina reflected upon herself and her past actions, the feeling of guilt rising in her throat and descending upon her like a torrent.

What was even worse was how her friends had been driven to depression and self-hatred by his actions, even the resilient Maria.

Davina was distraught when it came time to for her to share, and as she made up a tale about having been with Devin, she used aspects of her real life as surrogates, admitting she was just as bad as him, her low self-confidence and self-hatred not being an excuse for all the terrible things she had done to people.

The full impact of her past actions realized, Davina felt a true force of regret she never had before, not for her own situation, but for all the pain and suffering she had caused to innocent people, to her friends, and she broke down weeping while repeating “I’m sorry” to the group, Devin’s heartfelt aplogy hidden behind Davina’s, as the girls comforted her and told her it wasn’t her fault (except Clarice), which only made Davina feel worse.

With tears dry and the night ended, Devin returned to his room and silently stood in the autocloset.

Annie appeared on the screen, saying “Well that was quite the performance. You may even win us an Emmy if you keep this up”, only to be taken aback when Devin responded with “I’m sorry”, Annie replying with a “…what was that?”.

“I’m sorry Annie, I know I never said that before, but I truly am sorry. I never realised how badly I messed people up. I’m such a fucking loser. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, and I deserve everything you’ve done to me…”, Devin relayed, the regretful sorrow tangible in his voice and eyes.

Annie showed uncharacteristic hesitation as she analysed what Devin had said, and though she did feel a pang of sympathy and even regret for her treatment, she responded with “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that. Thank you. But it’s far too late for that, and some people simply can’t forgive you…”, before activating the trap door.