I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you

Gina woke up early in the morning, her throat scratchy. She sighed and rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Due to her history of drug and alcohol abuse, she had a very divisive relationship with the term “sleep schedule” so waking up at odd hours wasn’t exactly new to her.

What frustrated her was the fact that she couldn’t seem to get back to sleep.

She kept remembering that night. When Nick was supposed to take her fast and hard and painfully and he just… didn’t.

Gina had always sneered whenever guys would brag “I don’t have sex with a girl- I make love to them.” Usually it degraded into the kind of sloppy, careless sex she was used to having anyway, so she just thought they were stupid.

But over the last few days and several hot memories and steamy dreams, Gina had come to terms with the fact that, yes, there WAS a difference between having sex and making love. And that difference had connotations she wasn’t quite sure she liked the implications of.

She stepped into the shower to cool down.

Do I want him to do me like that again? She wondered as she rubbed soap over her pale skin. Sure, it would have been hot if he’d been a little more forceful and she definitely wanted him to chain her up at some point. But those fantasies had to contend with the fact that she’d had the best orgasm she could remember when he was being so… gentle.

If he’d given her a couple spankings that would have set her off like firecracker though, she could agree with that.

As Gina continued to clean herself, she made sure to keep her eyes closed. The first few nights dealing with her punishment had led to her cumming herself silly in the shower, much to her embarrassment, and her roommate’s disgust. But while the old Gina would have foregone taking showers entirely (she still couldn’t remember the last time she’d bathed before coming to this island) she actually felt a strange urge to take care of her body.

No, this is Nick’s body, she reminded herself as she soaped up her plump tits. That’s why you’re taking care of it. Because pleasing him with your body gives him pleasure, and his pleasure matters more than yours.

She ignored the little twinge in her heart when she imagined Nick’s smile. This was purely a physical thing to fulfill her own urges, feelings had nothing to do with it. Rather than kissing me on the cheek I’d rather he smack me across the face like the tramp I am!

Gina tried very hard to believe that was still true.

When she stepped out of the shower, the itchy feeling in her mouth returned. She felt a familiar urge welling up inside of her. Not hunger; at least, not the traditional kind. She recognized these cravings as the foundation of an addiction. But that couldn’t be true. She still had a ton of those patches left! She dried herself off and applied another one, but the itch didn’t go away.

Maybe I should have a glass of milk for breakfast today, she decided, wondering if that would quench this strange thirst. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had something to drink that didn’t need her to flash her driver’s license (or boobs) first.

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When Gina came down for breakfast, it wasn’t a surprise that hardly anyone was in the banquet hall, given how early it was. No, the bigger surprise was that, at this hour, she wasn’t the only person here.

Unfortunately for her, the only other girl in the room happened to be the last person she wanted to see right now.

Dakota stared coolly up at her, elegantly cutting a piece off her omelet. Gina gulped and averted her eyes. Normally she wasn’t the kind of person to be this shy and withdrawn, but when it came to Dakota, things were a little different.

“Are you still running away from me?” The brunette’s cold voice made Gina flinch. She stared at the pastry table in muted shock, too wary to turn and face the woman who she’d wronged in more ways than she could ever make up for.

“…At some point we’re going to have to talk,” Dakota said, wiping her mouth with a napkin and crossing her arms in front of her chest. It would be some time before the others would need to come here, she could wait.

The itchy feeling burned in Gina’s throat and she finally turned to Dakota, sighing. “Is there really anything to say?”

Gina couldn’t understand what Dakota wanted from her. Unless she just wanted to air out her list of grievances or beat her bloody, in which case she might not even resist.

Instead, the pale girl said something Gina never would have expected in a million years.

“You dress up nice.” Dakota’s eyes flickered over Gina’s body and she shivered at the girl’s piercing gaze. For her outfit today Gina had chosen a breezy dress the color of sunflowers with a light green blouse covering the top, giving her an air of spring. The blouse even came with long sleeves, perfectly concealing her shameful punishment.

Gina blushed, standing a little taller on her strappy heeled sandals.

“And you’re still brushing your hair, I see,” Dakota mused, narrowing her golden eyes. Gina felt like she was being examined like a cut of meat. "You really look like someone who's gotten her life together."

“W-Well, why not?” She mumbled, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I have to look good for the master, don’t I?”

“Is that what you want, then?” Dakota didn’t seem very amused.

Gina swallowed. “Wh-Who cares what I want? Look, if you’re upset about Nick and I having sex-”

Dakota’s pale face darkened. “Believe me, ‘upset’ doesn’t even begin to cover my feelings.”

It was still early in the summer, but not so early for there to be this great of a chill in the air.

“Look, I-I had just as much of a right to have sex with Nick as you did!” Gina protested. “He wanted to do it with me, so we did! And yeah, it hurt you, and that sucks, but what was I supposed to do?”

Dakota raised her eyebrow. “Do you like him, then?”

That question wasn’t even in the same universe as where Gina’s headspace was at currently. She stared at Dakota in muted shock.

“L-Like him? Why-?”

“So you don’t like him, then,” Dakota muttered, rising from her seat with a grim look on her face. “But you had sex with him anyway, is that right? Even though he believes in intimacy? Even knowing how much I care about him? How much my night with him meant?”

“I-I-I…” Gina couldn’t control how Dakota felt about her actions. It wasn’t her responsibility to make Dakota feel better, and if Dakota hadn’t felt like having sex with Nick on her own night, that wasn’t Gina’s problem either. But none of those thoughts made it to her lips.

“Tell me something,” Dakota asked. “Why did you have sex with Nick? Is it because you still have feelings for him? Or is it because he’s the only one with a penis on this island, and you’re just a horny mutt with no self-control?”

Dakota’s words cut into Gina and she shrank back, unable to respond because they struck where she hurt most.

The truth was, Gina hadn’t really thought that far ahead when she’d had sex with him. If she asked herself why she did it, all her fog of a brain would give back was a big, fat question mark.

She couldn’t come to any conclusion other than that Dakota was correct. Gina had just been horny and looking to get laid, and Nick was a convenient tool to achieve that. Just because it had ended up being something more meaningful between the two of them didn’t change what had driven her up to the Master’s Suite in the first place.

“I-I’m sorry…” She choked out. “I had sex with him because I just wanted to have sex with him…”

To her absolute shock, Dakota pulled her into a hug. It was the first time she’d ever seen the girl hug someone who wasn’t Nick. Even back then, at camp, she wouldn’t let anyone but him touch her.

Contrary to Gina’s fears, her undead friend felt soft and warm.

“Nick deserves better than just being used for his body,” Dakota whispered in her ear. “If all you want from him is someone to get you off, then I can do that for you.”

Gina’s brown eyes snapped open in shock. Had she heard that right?! Gina was no stranger to sharing her bed with all manner of people, and over the course of her life many women had wanted a taste as well as men.

But she never would have imagined Dakota offering her something like this. Not Dakota of all people. Not to someone who wasn’t Nick.

Dakota pulled back and looked her in the eyes. “If you’re just looking for sex, I can give you that. You don’t have to play around with Nick's emotions. But if it’s more than that… if you really have feelings for him, then-”

She never got to finish her sentence because Sylvia chose that moment to prance into the room, and Dakota leapt back like Gina’s body burned her.

“Good morning my girls!” The cane-wielding blonde chirped with a big grin on her face. “It just warms my heart to see old friends getting nice and close again!”

Dakota glared at Sylvia but the host ignored her. “And I’m especially glad to see you two arriving so early! Remember, today’s the day of the poll! We get to see just how popular you girls are!”

Gina winced. Last time she’d been involved in one of these popularity polls, she’d been in the absolute gutter. Gina had been the only girl not to get over 10% of the vote, and even though she liked to pretend that she didn’t really care, having tangible proof of how unpopular she was still stung.

But hopefully, things would change now. After all, she’d been the first one to have sex with the master. That had to account for something, right?

Ugh. Just thinking about that night with Nick made her throat start itching. She absentmindedly scratched at her arm, where her Addicktion Patch sat under her sleeve.

Not long after Sylvia’s announcement, the other girls began to trickle in. Dani was first, covered in sweat from her early morning jog and still wearing her workout gear. Gina had to admit the girl deserved some respect. As someone with a sizeable chest herself Gina could confirm that Dani had some big honking melons on her now, and it couldn’t be easy to exercise with those. It certainly wasn’t for her.

Carly came in not long after her buddy, dressed in a costume that even Gina could recognize. She was clad in a classic Chun-Li outfit from Street Fighter, which went a long way to emphasize the thickness of her thighs.

Dawn came in next, looking just as perfect and precise as she always did, her face an unreadable mask. Mary and Kim walked in together, looking rather well-rested, and to Gina’s eyes Mary seemed to be in a better mood than she’d been for the last few days, not that Gina really paid her all that much attention.

She knew a narc when she saw one, and Mary was pretty much the opposite of “cool”.

Sylvia checked her pocket watch. “Well, that just leaves the master and his guest for last night. Oh, and our Auditionee, of course, where could she have gotten off to?” Sylvia glanced at Dakota, who shrugged her shoulders.

“Don’t ask me. Rose never came to my room last night.”

THAT was a juicy bit of information that made Gina’s ears perk up. If Rose didn’t sleep in Dakota’s room, then that must have meant she spent the night with the master and Holly. Looks flew around the table as the other girls began to piece that together for themselves, wondering what that could mean.

Then Rose strolled into the dining hall with a big smile on her face.

“Good morning, everyone!” She greeted them with a wave, slinking across the room and plopping herself down in a chair. She smiled towards Sylvia. “Don’t worry. The master should be here shortly, along with his… well, I don't really know what to call her at this point.”

The girls only had a couple seconds to figure out what she meant by that when the door opened and Nick entered the banquet room.

Holly was practically hanging off of him, fawning over him like he was a movie star. She wore another one of her shawl dresses, but the expression on her face was anything but modest- Gina thought she could see actual hearts in the girl’s eyes.

“Master, what would you like to eat today?” Holly asked excitedly. “Shall I grill you up some bacon? An omelet, perhaps? Or would you rather take one of your women and devour her in front of all of us?”

She squirmed in place, licking her lips at the tantalizing thought as her cheeks turned red. If Nick didn’t know better he’d think she’d just had an orgasm.

Everyone was surprised by Holly’s behavior to various degrees, but no one was more shocked than Mary, who stared at her friend of almost seven years in absolute jaw-dropping horror.

“H-Holly?”

Holly finally took her eyes off Nick when she heard her voice, and when she saw Mary she dashed across the room, taking the other girl’s hands into hers.

“Oh, Mary! It’s so good to see you!” She gushed. “I’m sorry! Oh, I’m so sorry! I know I apologized to you yesterday, but it just wasn’t enough, oh, Mary, to think I denied you the most wonderful, charming, amazing man in the world…”

Heartbreak strained across Holly’s face as she looked just about ready to die. “I can’t believe I could do something so horrible! But don't worry, I'll make it up to you as soon as you're ready! Just say the word and I'll be happy to grab your heels and hold you in place while master fucks you in mating press-style into being his knocked-up little fuckwife!”

Mary, quite honestly, had no idea what to say to that statement. After their confrontation yesterday morning she’d gone back and forth the whole day on what she’d do when she saw Holly again, trying to understand the meaning of her cryptic words.

Now her brain had completely flatlined and became incapable of processing what her ears were telling her.

“Holly,” Rose laughed, “maybe you should explain to your friend what’s going on. She seems rather confused.”

“She’s not the only one,” a wide-eyed Kim agreed. “What happened to you? Nick didn’t do something, did he?” She looked warily at Nick. She'd thought he was a decent guy, but she still barely knew him. Maybe she'd been wrong all along and Holly was the first of many future brainwashing victims.

"What?!" Holly gasped, scandalized. “Of course not! How could you even say such a thing?! Nick is amazing! He’s perfect! He’s my heart and soul, how could you accuse him of something so heinous?!”

“…Probably because you’re talking about him like that,” Dawn noted, raising her eyebrow. “Don’t get me wrong, Nick’s a great guy, but you’re acting like he can walk on water.”

Holly frowned. “I can’t help it if you girls can’t understand the glory of his grace.”

Nick had finally had enough. “Please, Holly, just stop. Enough with this whole ‘master’ thing, we’re friends! Come on. Just call me Nick.”

Holly snapped like a twig, rushing over to Nick’s side. “Yes! Of course!” She nodded her head eagerly. It was only her knowledge of her own standing that kept her from lavishing kisses all over his face. Kisses were something deserved for his harem, not freaks like her that needed to be locked up.

“So, uh…” Nick looked sheepishly at the other girls, who were all staring at him, waiting for answers. “Holly and I, well…”

“Had sex?” Carly chimed in. “Because it’s cool if you two had sex.”

Holly gasped. “No! How could I even dream of being worthy to have sex with-”

Nick clasped his hand over her mouth just to get her to shut up for two seconds.

“Holly… is a pervert.” There wasn’t a better way he could say it. And apparently Holly agreed, because she shook like a leaf, licking frantically at his hand as she let out a muffled moan, her eyes rolling back in her skull.

“Basically, she’s fully embraced her position in the harem as a cuckquean,” Rose informed the others. “Holly, would you like to show them?”

Holly nodded eagerly, lifting up the hem of her dress and baring everything, not worried in the slightest about what the others would think of her, not even her prudish best friend, Mary.

“I-Is that a…” Dani’s jaw dropped in shock.

“It’s, um, it’s certainly a device of some kind designed for the purposes of sex,” Dawn mumbled, adjusting her glasses as she turned red.

Gina was the one who ripped the band-aid off. “It’s a chastity belt!” She blurted out. Holly's head bobbed up and down with glee.

Nick sighed and removed his hand so she could explain things.

“This belt is a symbol of my devotion to the mas-, err, I mean, Nick,” she said, clearing her throat. “It symbolizes my oath to never be the one to approach him first. To atone for the horrible things I’ve done, to both Nick, my first love, and my best friend, Mary, I have promised that until my master wills it, I will never orgasm again. I will touch no other man but him, but I will assist him in taking other women so long as he wishes to have me.”

She said every word with such devotion and pride, it would be easy to assume she had been brainwashed. But no one could deny the firmness in her voice or the brightness in her eyes. As unbelievable as it might have been given her attitude until now, they were all certain it was Holly standing in front of them.

“Excuse me.”

Sylvia cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention, except Holly, who continued to stare adoringly at Nick.

“This is all well and good,” Sylvia continued once she had their attention, “if I’m being honest, not even I expected you to break this far this fast.”

“I’m not broken!” Holly exclaimed indignantly, her face souring for the first time since she’d entered the dining hall. For a moment she looked like the old Holly again. “This is who I’ve always been! It’s just that I haven’t felt safe enough to bare myself body and soul to Master Nick until recently!”

Damn it, Nick thought, slapping his face in frustration. She found a workaround…

“I see, well, you realize you haven’t actually dropped out of the competition, right?” Sylvia checked. She needed to make sure that everything was still working properly upstairs. “If you want to be Nick’s sex slave, sure, no harm in that. But you’re still in the game and the challenge is tomorrow.”

Holly rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. I’ll just throw that! Then when I get kicked off my team, I’ll be able to be by Master Nick’s side permanently!”

She looked like she wanted to jump his bones right here in front of everyone. But she knew her place, so she settled for making goo-goo eyes instead.

Sylvia scowled. Holly was really throwing a wrench in this whole thing. Is this what happens when they break too quickly? Yeesh.

It was Dakota who saved her though.

“What if Nick wants you to get even more transformations before becoming his little cuck slave?” She asked, smirking. She seemed to be the only one happy about Holly’s current state. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint him by dropping out early.”

Holly’s eyes widened. She hadn’t even considered that! “You’re right!” She gasped, turning to Nick. “Master! What further transformations would you like me to get? I’ll plead with the voters to give you everything you demand!”

Nick sighed. She’d completely dropped the “Nick” at this point and gone right back to just “master”. As happy as he was that Holly was finally being her real self without her crippling self-loathing and sexual repression, a big part of him ached with longing for a time when she was more…

…Well, whatever the opposite of “devoted sex slave” was.

Sylvia was not amused. She cleared her throat again. “Ahem! As! I! Was! Saying! Tomorrow is your second challenge! And it’s a big one. The first challenge with our Auditionee!”

Rose smiled and flicked her hair back.

“But before we get to that, we need to see where everyone is in terms of points,” Sylvia reminded them. “It’s ranking day, or for our little rosebud, Desperation Day!”

Rose’s smile turned into a scowl. What was Sylvia trying to imply?

“But first, we need to do a quick recap of everyone’s Victory Points!” Sylvia grinned. With a twirl of her cane she summoned a viewscreen, displaying everyone’s information along with the total number of Victory Points they’d all accrued.

1st: Carly – 39 VP

2nd: Gina – 33 VP

3rd: Dani – 26 VP

4th: Dakota – 19 VP

5th: Rose – 17 VP

6th: Holly – 16 VP

7th: Dawn – 15 VP

8th: Kim – 6 VP

8th: Mary – 6 VP

Sylvia grinned as she eyed up the results. “Things are certainly improving for some of you, my girls, and at a faster rate than others. Look at how quickly Carly and Gina have sprung up in terms of Victory Points! All thanks to the fact that they’re willing to do fun things with the master, and you other ladies, well…”

“I won’t do anything my master doesn’t wish of me to do,” Holly said, crossing her arms and sniffing. “If he wants me to never get another Victory Point through sex acts for the rest of the game, then he knows best!”

Sylvia sighed. “I was actually referring to our cute little Team Virgin over there. They haven't earned any new points since last round's challenge!” She said, pointing to the embarrassed Kim and Mary. Neither girl could look Holly in the eye right now, wondering just what she’d done to double her points overnight.

“I find it very telling that only two girls here have had sex with the master so far,” Sylvia continued. Her eyes landed on a seething Dakota. “I thought for sure at least one more would have taken that precious next step… you girls do realize that if you’re eliminated in this challenge tomorrow, you very well may have missed your last chance to be with the master?”

“Yep!” Holly chirped, her eyes shining brightly.

Sylvia rolled her eyes. “Again, not talking to you, my girl.”

At this point, Sylvia began to take a firm look at her life. Was breaking down women into mindless devoted sex-slaves really what she wanted to do with what time she had left? Putting up with people like Holly for eternity? Mindless slags who drooled over annoying lame guys who couldn't get any? Did anyone really want to live in this sort of hell, with the threat of a pit of fire snakes hanging over their head if they mess up?

Oh, right, my opinion doesn’t matter. Whoops, almost got ahead of myself. Sylvia would need to be cautious about that sort of thing in the future.

“Now then!” She clapped her hands around the head of her cane, and the screen wiped clean. “Before I tell you about today’s fun activity, let’s take a look at our BP! Shall we?”

Nick leaned in curiously. Fun activity? That sounded bad. Whatever Sylvia considered “fun” would probably be just the opposite.

The screen flickered on, displaying everyone’s current BP totals.

1. Mary – 4100 BP

2. Carly – 3600 BP

3. Dani – 3600 BP

4. Kim – 3200 BP

5. Dakota – 3200 BP

6. Gina – 2600 BP

7. Dawn – 1900 BP

8. Holly – 1700 BP

9. Rose – 0 BP

“Well, if there’s one thing I can be happy about here, it’s that you ladies are certainly spending your BP!” Sylvia nodded with an approving smile. “Not everybody, but there have certainly been some purchases happening here and there. Hopefully we’ll get to see even more once you ladies get your next cash infusion- so let’s take a look at your scores in the last popularity poll, shall we?”

And with that, the numbers were wiped away, and in their place were the percentages that displayed each girl’s popularity.

Everyone stared in shock at what the results revealed.

1. Mary – 14.04% +2000 BP

2. Kim – 13.62% +2000 BP

3. Carly – 13.48% +2000 BP

4. Gina – 13.27% +2000 BP

5. Dani – 12.03% +2000 BP

6. Holly – 10.52% +1500 BP

7. Dawn – 9.87% +1500 BP

8. Dakota – 7.03% +1000 BP

9. Rose – 6.14% +1000 BP