It’s All in The Cards

Brianna contemplates what she just heard from the blonde woman who has been insulting her all day.

“What did you just say?”

Catherine tilts her head with a confused look on her face, she is rolling her tongue around the inside of her mouth, as if tasting something she’s trying to identify.

“I apologized for calling you ghetto. Because I felt bad about upsetting you?”

Brianna furrows her eyebrows at the last part.

“Why did that last part sound like a question?”

Catherine tilts her head to the other side and cups her chin with two fingers.

“Because like, my mom and dad always said feeling bad and guilty is something that ugly people do. They always said beautiful people like them and me don’t really need to feel guilty about things, gifting the world our good looks makes up for anything we do.”

Brianna’s face turns deadpan and she asks in monotone voice.

“Oh really?”

Catherine nods her head rapidly.

“Totally! But now I think I feel bad about things I’ve done, well at least things I’ve done to you and that guy that hit my, no that’s not right. That guy that I hit with my car?”

Catherine squeezes her eyes closed with an intense look of concentration as she says the last part. Brianna decides to let her concentrate, curious to see where this goes. Cathrine thinks for another minute before her eyes snap open with a look of realization.

“Yeah, I hit HIM with my car!”

Brianna snorts and replies with a voice dripping in sarcasm.

“Finally figured that one out did ya?”

Catherine nods with a pleased look on her face.

“Yup, it was a tough mystery for sure, but I’m pretty smart!”

A look of annoyance forms on Catherine’s face.

“Ugh, the more I think about hitting him with my car, the more my tummy hurts. Is this what ugly people feel all the time?”

Brianna stares at the blonde woman for a moment before replying.

“I do not have the time or energy to unpack…”

Brianna waves her hand gesturing to all of Catherine.

“…all of that.”

Hopping off the bed the shorter woman stretches her arms and back a bit before saying.

“Alright I’m going to see if I can’t find Drew’s room to talk, and if that fails hang around the dining room in case he gets hungry. We still have.”

Brianna looks at the clock to see it’s now 10:40 am.

“A little more than 11 hours before curfew and I really don’t want to spend all that time in this cramped little dorm.”

Catherine’s eyes light up and she jumps off the bed.

“Oh, I’ll come with you! You can help me figure out how you apologize for running someone over!”

Brianna grimaces but also has a feeling the blonde wouldn’t listen to her if she said no.

“Sure, sounds fun.”

Catherine bounds over to Brianna. As they leave the room she turns to Brianna and asks.

“So, what’s your name again?”

Brianna sighs.

Maybe I should have just slept until tomorrow.

---

Flipping the first card over Drew reads it.

Boon- Turning a Twosome into a Threesome: The contestant blessed with this boon may pick two extra nights in the week to join the Master, and his date that night, in the Master Suite. The Master has final veto power on the nights chosen.

Drew raises an eyebrow at the card.

I guess giving me the final say is in case I regret giving this to someone.

Moving on Drew flips the next card.

Boon- I’ll Take That: The contestant blessed with this boon may consult with the Master at the start of each day and select another contestant to target. Whenever this boon holder touches a targeted contestant, they can steal 2 BP from the target for every second of physical contact.

Drew’s eyes narrow.

I’ll have to choose carefully if I give this to anyone. If I let someone trick me into giving this to them under false pretenses, they could do a lot of damage with that much BP.

The next card reads.

Boon- Thunder Thighs Save Lives: The contestant blessed with this boon will gain the body, muscles, and skills of a certain Street Fighter whenever the Master is in danger, teleporting to his side if not in the same room, turning back to normal when the threat is neutralized. The boon holder may also activate this power without the master being in danger once a day for an hour. Trying to attack the Master while in this form will result in a punishment.

A blush forms on Drew’s face as an image of this boon in action forms in his mind.

Of course Obsidian would know about that, she seems to know everything.

Shaking off his embarrassment and draws the first punishment card.

Punishment- Talk Like a Bitch, Walk Like a Bitch: The contestant with this punishment will lose their ability to walk on two legs anytime they insult, yell at, or are rude to the Master. They may only walk on two legs again after begging the Master for forgiveness like a proper dog and the Master pats them, pets them, or scratches them on the head or behind the ear like a good pet.

Drew looks at the card with a blank expression.

That’s a lot for the first card.

Drawing the next one it reads.

Punishment- No Pain No Gain: The contestant with this punishment can only gain sexual pleasure and achieve an orgasm from the Master inflicting pain on them, a spank to the ass is enough to get them gushing, a punch to the stomach will make them orgasm on the spot. Additionally, being in the Master’s presence will increase their horniness as they imagine themselves in scenarios where he is dominating them.

Drew briefly imagines Camila or Roxie having this before shaking his head and drawing the next one.

Punishment- Brains Today Gone Tomorrow: The contestant with this punishment receives a massive downgrade to their intelligence. The contestant's personality and memories remain intact, but everyone around them, excluding the Master, will remember them as always being this dumb, and no amount of pleading from the punished contestant will make them believe otherwise.

Drew shudders as a thought crosses his mind.

Ok, no matter what she does I can never give this punishment to Catherine.

Punishment- Honey I Shrunk the Slave: The contestant with this punishment is shrunk down to be 3’2” in height. The size of their breasts and butt will stay relatively the same, only shrinking enough to prevent them from losing the ability to move, making them a true shortstack. Any humiliation the contestant suffers in this form will cause their arousal to spike.

Drew blinks dumbly at this card.

Probably the most straightforward card of the bunch so far; small and horny.

Drawing the second to last card Drew reads.

Punishment- Got Milk: The contestant with this punishment will have their breasts quadruple in size as they fill with milk. The contestant will need to be milked by the Master twice a day, once in the morning and once at night. The longer the contestant goes without being milked the more their breasts will swell, and they will begin gaining a cow like demeanor.

Drew hums, fighting back his blush from earlier.

Yeah, this is absolutely targeted at me, man my therapist would have a field day with these.

Flipping the last card over Drew reads.

Punishment- Nightmare Come to Life: The contestant with this punishment will reap what they sow. Every slight, insult, aggression, and every instance of displeasing the Master, even if the Master is not in the room, will be tallied. Once the contestant falls asleep they will be shown their score for the day. They will then experience the day all over again in their dream, but as a twisted version of themselves out of their worst nightmare. Upon waking they will take on characteristics of their nightmare self; the number of characteristics will be determined by their score the previous day.

Drew silently stares at this last card longer than he has the others, fully absorbing the implications of this card.

All the cards do things to humiliate the women, making them hornier or dumbing them down, but they all leave a part of them intact. This one has the ability to rewrite them completely, or at least until the end of the week. I’ll hold onto this one as a last resort.

Having finished studying his new cards Drew contemplates just sleeping the rest of the day or at least hiding up here.

But I still don’t know the limits of my privilege as the “master,” staying up here and hiding away from the girls could make Obsidian or the audience decide I’m too boring and punish me for it.

Drew closes his eyes and sighs.

And I have enough experience to know taking a gamble on me not being punished is a fool’s bet.

With a groan Drew gets up to his and walks toward the door of his suite.

“Might as well face the music already.”

---

“I swear to whatever god you pray to if you hit me with that thing it will be the last thing you ever do!”

“After all that shit you said about my husband, I should punish your bratty ass!”

The angry Camila is currently standing behind an equally angry Yuzhu, who is still locked in the stockade, Camila has the paddle reared back ready to spank the bratty rich girl. After the two got over their initial shock at the situation they had found themselves in, they had returned to yelling at each other.

“Yeah go ahead, just remember I’m that fucker’s secretary apparently, so I will eventually get out of here, and when I do, I promise you will suffer!”

Camila considers this for a moment before remembering what Yuzhu said about her husband. With a snarl she swings the paddle forward. The sharp crack of wood against tender flesh echoes obscenely through the room. Yuzhu lets out a cry of pain, tears of pain, anger, and embarrassment starting to fill her eyes.

“You absolute bitch! You will fucking pay for this! And I don’t care if I have to suck up to Drew to do it!”

Camila gains a conflicted look on her face before smirking cruelly.

“Well, if you’re going to be a little snitch anyways, I see no reason to stop at one!”

Yuzhu’s eyes widen before narrowing into angry slits, growling out.

“You wouldn’t dar-Aaaah!”

Yuzhu is cut off as another blow lands on her ass, letting out a shriek of pain. And Camila doesn’t stop there, a multitude of slaps rain down on Yuzhu's plump cheeks, each strike leaving behind bright red welts. Her creamy skin jiggles with every impact. After a minute Yuzhu opens her tear-filled eyes to a shocking sight. As if from an out of body experience Yuzhu is staring down at herself in the stockade, but instead of Camila holding the paddle it’s Drew standing behind her with a teasing smirk on his face.

“You know why I have to do this you, don’t you my little jade?”

To Yuzhu’s further shock the Yuzhu she’s staring at has a heavy blush on her face and shameful smile on her face.

“Yes sir, I was a bad girl who took secret pictures of you to masturbate to.”

Drew’s smirk widens as he rubs her left cheek with the paddle tenderly before giving a small quick slap causing the other Yuzhu to let out a small moan.

“Thank you sir! I’m sorry for what I did sir, I know I shouldn’t have done that, but I have had a massive crush on you since I was little and knew you only saw me as the little kid you met all those years ago!”

Drew gives her a light slap on the right cheek and asks with snark in his voice.

“Oh, and you’re not that little kid anymore, are you?”

The other Yuzhu lets out another moan and nods.

“Yes sir! I’m a woman now and want to be treated like one!”

Drew leans into the other Yuzhu’s ear.

“Well if that’s what you want, I guess it’s time to take off the kiddie gloves.”

The other Yuzhu’s eyes widen with arousal, Yuzhu can practically see hearts in the eyes of this other her. The other Yuzhu flushes even more as she wiggles her butt, desperately trying to grind against Drew’s.

“Oh, please sir! Teach your naughty little jade a lesson and make sure it sticks!”

Yuzhu watches as the other her is spanked by Drew, each hit leaving her cheeks red as a tomato, but instead of crying in pain the other Yuzhu is moaning like a whore, begging for more as puddle of her arousal forming beneath her. Suddenly Yuzhu’s eyes snap open as she finds herself back in the hotel room, an intense burning sensation felt on her butt, and a panting Camila walking towards their straw bed, the paddle long abandoned.

“And you can stay in that thing for the rest of the night as far as I’m concerned! We’re still stuck in this room for an hour and then I’m going to look for Roxie and Sarah.”

With her piece said Camila flops down on the hay to rest for an hour. Normally Yuzhu would have been screaming at the other woman to release her but currently she’s too lost in thought to do so.

What the hell was that, did that skank Obsidian put that in my head or is this that broke bitch in my head?!

Yuzhu shudders.

And why the hell am I so wet?!

---

“So, our current theories for the room are one, the room being full of subliminals to brainwash us to be the Professor’s cock loving slaves. Two, Obsidian is trying to lower our guards with a nice room to make us easier to manipulate as we are the two most strong-willed women here. And three, the room has a hidden curse that only triggers itself after we have gone to bed for the night.”

Sarah looks up from the coffee table that she was using as a desk to write down their theories and gives Roxie a pensive look.

“It’s not much at all, mostly vague ideas and pure speculation, but I suppose we don’t have much to go off of.”

Roxie leans back on the couch she had taken over with a serious expression on her face.

“Trust me, outside of actually knowing what’s wrong with the room this is the best outcome.”

Sarah raises her eyebrow at Roxie.

“And how do you figure that, is this a criminal’s intuition?”

Roxie’s mask slips a little as she rolls her eyes at the last remark, she lets out a tired sigh as it slips back into place.

“Yes I’m the leader of a criminal empire, I won’t explain my reasonings again, but it is experience we can use here.”

Sarah’s eyes soften a little as she remembers Roxie’s story.

“I’m sorry that was out of line, you were saying.”

Roxie gives Sarah a thankful smile.

“Yes, as I was saying, the actual worst outcome would be only having one theory, even if it was a strong theory.”

Roxie raises her hand to silence the question on the tip of Sarah’s tongue.

“No matter how strong a theory is, it is still just that, a theory. If we had one strong theory, we could get stuck on that, accepting any new information, no matter how shaky, that confirms it for us. If we let ourselves fall into that trap, we’ll be blind to all other possibilities.”

Sarah nods with a look of understanding.

“Okay, I understand what you’re saying, we want to avoid confirmation bias. With no theories we would be open to any potential ideas but be flying blind. With only one theory, even a strong one we would be better prepared but not as open to being wrong. So having more than one vague theory is the best of both worlds in this situation.”

Roxie looks at Sarah with a deadpan look.

“That was a lot of words to just repeat what I said back to me, but yeah.”

Looking up wistfully remembering all the raids her and her crew went on, taking down rivals and collecting new merchandise.

“Believe me this is the type of thinking that kept me and my crew out of trouble when we burnt down everything those mother fucker-”

Seeing the look Sarah is giving her Roxie coughs into her fist awkwardly.

“I mean when me and my guys did business.”

While Sarah nods at that with a tired expression Roxie is cursing herself in her head.

Goddamnit get a hold of yourself Roxie, you are the angry girl that lashed out! Remember, you are starting to regret what you did, you are the wounded bird they are going to save!

Deciding to cut the tension Roxie gets up with a sigh.

“We should probably explore the hotel for a bit to get a good layout. I also want to hit the gym to see if that rock bitch was lying about me being stuck like this.”

Sarah looks at the clock and nods as she gets up too.

“I would also like for us to check on Camila as well. It is about time for her and that Yuzhu girl to be released from their room and I would like to also make sure she hasn’t killed that spoiled loudmouth.”

Roxie shrugs.

“Yeah sure.”

As the girls make it their way out of their room, they begin absentmindedly rubbing their asses and backs, trying to subconsciously soothe a soreness that they remain unaware of.

---

In her personal chambers Obsidian watches her floating obsidian stone tablets, each displaying the current actions of Drew and the women in the hotel, from her pool of lava.

Very interesting, I expected the sudden empathy to cause some changes in Catherine once the Transformation settled, but could it also lead to an unexpected friendship, they both have the mommy issues for it. Camila and Yuzhu are about as expected, though.

Obsidian brings the tablet showing the still bound Yuzhu up to her face with a curious expression.

The trauma response was interesting, while retreating into a fantasy world to avoid the rest of Camila’s onslaught is a normal way for someone to deal with it, the specific fantasy though is very interesting.

Obsidian smirks at the tablet.

I knew she had a crush, but this is adorable!

Dismissing the tablet, sending it back into place, she looks at the last tablet with a wicked smile.

And then we have the final two, their little “alliance” is also adorable, especially since only one of them is actually invested in it. But I suppose it won’t matter in the end how devoted either of them are to it, with their room it’s not a question of if they will both turn on each other, only when.

---

Stepping out of his elevator with his eyes closed in exhaustion Drew bumps into someone, sending them both to the ground with a pair of grunts. Opening his eyes Drew stares stunned, instinctual apology stuck in his throat as he sees a stunned Brianna on the ground in front of him with a standing pensive looking Catherine staring at him from beside her. Brianna’s mind instantly goes into panic mode.

Shit I thought I had more time to pace in front of the elevator! What do I say?!

After panicking for another second Brianna puts on a forced seductive look and blurts out.

“Oh, did my sexy little cracker hurt himself when he fell from heaven?!”

A stunned silence fills the hall as Drew looks like a deer in the headlights while a mortified look and a deep blush slowly consumes Brianna’s face. Oblivious to all this Catherine leans down with a simple smile, her large fake breasts hanging in front of Drew’s face.

“Hey daddy, my name’s Catherine, but you can call me Cathy, Cat, or Princess!”