Know Your History

Stan looked to Peaks across his office. The tension in the room was not imagined by a single person. It was a palpable fact of the situation. The elders were on edge because a Spector of a horror twenty years in their past had just returned, and the juniors all had a sense that they were looking into their future.

So... there was a lot of staring.

"How about I take the girls for a tour around the club?" GODDESS suggested. "We'll leave the men to have their talk."

"So I can stay?" DJ asked, with a smirk an his rat face.

GODDESS smiled, and rubbed his furry muzzle. "DJ you know that asshole of yours is an honorary pussy."

Erica grabbed Stan's hand, and in an amazing bout of trust and nonverbal communication got across just what he was trying to say. "I'll be okay... I need to talk with him without anyone else watching."

"Okay, let's go girls." Molly and Marie both followed GODDESS and her rat out of the room and back down the stairs.

Peaks got up from his desk, and wandered over to a shelf stacked with drinks. "What do you like?"

"Old Fashions."

"I can do that." Peaks started working at his little station. "Have a seat in the lounge, make yourself comfortable." Stan did so. Well he sat down... comfort was a far away dream. After a minute or so Peaks came with Stan's drink, and one of his own. He saw in his own couch, and sighed when he sat down. "Now what could you possibly want with me? I've been left alone for twenty years, and would have been happy to die that way."

"Sorry, if me coming here has been upsetting for you."

"It's dangerous is what it is. Skylar could come in here, and punish the both of us, or some of my girls, or yours."

"I can leave if you want... there are other masters."

"Hmph." Peaks sipped from his drink. "Are there? I google Harem Hotel about once a week, and never get any results. I feel crazy half the time, like it was all a dream, then an hour later I'm fucking a giant rat's asshole, and I'm sure I'm sane as I've ever been."

"You're not crazy." Stan assured him. "There are others, though I'm sure you'd never find them. We only found you because we had a little help." Should he mention that this season involved a war between God and... himself? Probably not. That seemed to complicate things.

Keep it simple stupid.

"So they're still doing this shit huh?"

"It's this crazy franchise, man. Yours was just a one off, they got whole series of this stuff. I'm the latest."

"Congratulations to you." Peaks held up his drink with a contemptuous salute, and knocked it back. Stan sampled his own drink... it was bad. "So what do you want with me huh?"

That was the question wasn't it? "I guess I'm just trying to figure out, what it means to be a master."

"I hope you girls are staying till dark, this place gets crazy at night. Five hundred sweating gyrating bodies out on the floor, in the chairs, ugh, it's a treat." GODDESS led the three troublemakers through the club. They spotted NayNay still cowering under her table, more or less in the fetal position. Erica felt awful. "Here's one of our girls now." GODDESS stamped over to her, in her strappy heels. "NayNay what's the matter?"

"I'm having a baaaaaad trip." NayNay whimpered holding her head in her hands.

"Well that's no good." GODDESS held out her hand, for NayNay to take. "Let's get you fixed up, huh?" NayNay allowed herself to be stood up, and looked like a dog lost in a kennel. She refused to even look Erica's direction. GODDESS rubbed the woman, and cooed to her. "NayNay's a happy girl. Master let's NayNay be high, and smile, and party all day."

"Bad vibes." NayNay whiner.

"No bad vibes." GODDESS cooed some more, and petted her charge along the head. "Good vibes, good vibes for NayNay." The naked woman seemed to melt in her hands, like butter. She bonelessly fell into GODDESS' hand giggling and high as ever.

"Gooooooood vibes." She sighed at last, seemingly over watever horrors she'd seen in Erica's aura.

"Sorry about that." GODDESS sighed, and wrapped her arm around NayNay. "She doesn't know what do with thoughts that aren't put in her head by me or Master." GODDESS kissed the giggly girl on her cheek. "Isn't that right NayNay?”

"Whatever GODDESS says is right." NayNay said. Erica noticed the girl still wouldn't look her way.

"She's so smart." GODDESS pinced NayNay's ass. "I like to start my tours with her. As you might have noticed she's a tad bit sweaty."

"Understatement of the year." Molly snarked.

"But we don't mind, because her sweat is like a ****. If you lick it up, you'll feel light and buzzy all night." She then paused, and it was clear she expected these three teenagers to licked her naked-ass friend right there in the middle of the club.

"Bottoms up!" and the worst part, is that they did. Marie dropped to her knees and ran her tonge from NayNay's ankle all the way up to her inner thigh. Here pupils grew like a water soaked sponge, and a smile invaded her lazy face. “Woooooooow” She looked to Molly and Erica. “You guys have to try this.”

“Mmmm we’re good.” They both cringed.

“Come on, it’s awesome I feel tingly.”

Erica sighed and dropped to her knees. “Whatever.” She gave NayNay a more conservative lick, and a warm loved feeling began to surface all over her body. “Wow.” She giggled.

“Fuck it.” Molly dropped down to her own knees and buried her tongue in NayNay’s belly button. She slurped up all the salty **** she could and was soon in a sympathetic fit of giggles along with the other two.

“Thank you NayNay.” GODDESS smooched the flighty girl on the head. “Why don’t you go chase a butterfly?” She spanked her and sent her on her way. The young woman stumbled away grasping at the air for some invisible friend. GODDESS then turned to the three girls and helped them all to their feet. “We want everyone who comes here to feel good and escape their worries.”

“Mission accomplished.” Marie sighed, though what worries she could possibly be talking about was a mystery to the girls.

GODDESS then began to walk them through the tables and chairs. “This is the lounge area where fine young women transform into raging party animals under the careful Alchemy of Bar-Bae.” She brought them to the bar where that big tiddy bartender was taking a break from her inventory, and more or less standing at attention. She was a cute white lady with a glitter covered blue pixie cut, and two just massive breasts, further description beyond does you very little service.

Barbra had been Peaks girlfriend in high school, and was one of the preciously rare girls in catholic school who was actually religious. Like temperance movement religious. Evidently this was such an affront to Peaks life and developing psyche that the show decided her just punishment was to become an **** lactating bartender for the rest of her days.

She had nipples the size of spigots, and the girls had seen them bursting happily with champagne when she won the fourth round. This transformation smelled of Skylar. She wore no top just a harness to support those chunky cans. It had rings that surrounded her large areoles and it seemed to make them bulge away from her breasts. She also had on a pair of jean shorts that buzzed like they were filled with hornets. “Special guests, GODDESS?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

“Very special.” GODDESS put her arms around all three girls. “They’re us.”

Bae didn’t get her meaning but if the queen said they were special then that was that. “I’m going to have to card them.” Bae had transferred her religious devotion over to her bar tending gig, and treated it as her own personal covenant.

“I’m ordering the drinks.” GODDESS waved Bae away. The three girls weren’t fooling anyone into thinking they were 21.

“Fine.” Bae was obviously not pleased with this situation. “What will YOU have?” Bae began to massage her breasts

“Get us some bitch drinks. We’re just having fun.”

Erica and the lot were having too much fun tingling to object to throwing drunk on top of high. No. If they closed their eyes it felt like they were flying.

Bae brought out a fishbowl of a glass, and started taking out fruit, and began slicing it up.

“Bae is a wizard.” GODDESS praised. “She can get a polisci major tossing her panties at DJ in two shots.

“The secret ingredient is love.” Bae snarked, skewering an array of bite sized fruits with deadly accuracy.

“Can I ask you a question?” Erica sat at the bar next to GODDESS.

“Shoot.”

“When you got your wish, was it before or after they gave you your final transformation?” Which was to say, if Erica won, would she be the one making the wish, or would it be Stan’s little girl, wishing for something stupid like a unicorn. Probably with a dildo for a horn if the show had its way.

“Where are we in the game, huh?” GODDESS asked, as if to gauge what her response should be. Was she with veterans or blushing virgins?

“I’m out.” Marie was chewing on a toothpick.

“We’re on the fourth challenge, four transformations in.”

“Fourth challenge.” GODDESSES dug through twenty years of ravings. “That was…”

“Love on Ice.” Bae rimmed the glass with salt.

“Of course you would remember that, you prideful bitch.” GODDESS laughed. She then leaned forward conspiratorially. “It’s the only round she won. She cried and cried and babbled about saving Master. Oh she made the cutest little Eskimo. It’s a slur I know. She had this cute little knit baby blue hoodie with the tits cute out. Ugh I miss the costume department we used to put in so much effort. Sometimes I wish they would come back for a reboot, or a where are they now season. Well anyway she had these adorable little furry blue Pom poms she put on her nipples like pasties. I think she was embarrassed of you nipples. That was her first week with them you see. Well we were all lined up, and Babs is going through the rankings, you know how they do that. And she gets to first place and it’s our little Bar-Bae, we’ll we called her Barbra back then. Well she was just so excited about winning p-shew those Pom poms go flying out into the audience like a popped cork and Bae is just spewing champagne from her nipples. I don’t think she’s so embarrassed by them now..”

“Okay.” Bae seemed rather annoyed by GODDESS at this point. “Time for the show.” She grabbed each of her nipples. Both were a handful just to give you an idea of how large they where. She the shook her breasts like she was mixing a drink, and then aimed both nipples at the glass. A sickly sweet pink liquid came out of one, and a red punch from the other. They really were nozzles, and they quickly filled the glass to the brim. She stopped before a dropped was spilled and rested her sloshing breasts back on the counter. Then went in four umbrellas and four straws. “Ta Da!”

Marie clapped gamely, and Molly was green. “People… drink that?”

Bae massaged her breasts a bit. “I can get you something a little stronger if you want. Tequila, vodka, whiskey, whatever you want… whatever GODDESS wants.” She corrected herself.

“Come children.” GODDESS sang and lead them over to a table by the dance floor.

DJ had ascended to his throne, and was pushing buttons and making music, you know, DJ stuff.

There were three girls on the dance floor. Beautiful, naturally. This was the worse club in the history of wingmen. Not a grenade in sight just straight 10’s like a Chinese diving team. One of the dancers, with about a million bangles on her wrists was making quite the scene. She was moaning loudly like she was getting fucked on stage.

“Preya, feels Master thrust in her to the beat of the music.” GODDESS caught Erica staring. “That was a reward if you can believe it. She lost the moment the audience gave her that. Hard to execute on plans when you’re getting fucked.” GODDESS grabbed her straw. “What should we cheers to? Our masters?”

“World peace?” Molly countered.

“To a good time!” Marie cheered, and started sucking. The other two joined her, and all four were knocking heads trying to drain the bowl. Despite any reservations of titty juice, the drink was delicious, and didn’t even taste like ****, it was just pure sugar.

Or so it seemed, when they came up for air all their heads were swimming, and swooning. Molly burped, and giggled. The bowl sat empty, and their bellies were sloshing.

“Shit that was good.” Marie grabbed a skewer of fruit and started snacking on it.

In the background Erica noticed a girl grab NayNay, spin her around, and lick her ass crack from top to bottom. Erica guessed it got sweaty In there because the girl left looking very happy with her decision. NayNay just looked lost, and rubbed her butt, she might not have been aware there was another girl at all.

It made Erica think of Helen, and how she’d be abused in a similar way if she were eliminated. The whole placed had echoes of their own harem. Like a whorehouse mirror. Maybe that wasn’t fair. GODDESS was right. “They’re us.”

Erica nibbled on a cherry. “About my question?”

GODDESS lit up. “Yes oh yes. I’m such a ditz sometimes. When did I get my wish? Well what’s the difference between one transformation really.”

“We’ll the last transformation is supposed to be the big one right? It’s like an elimination but good. If you made it.”

“Erm,” GODDESS fiddled with her straw. “All the transformations were good, they made me who Master wanted.”

Right… this woman seemed highly functioning, compared to NayNay, but she was as fucked up to Erica as Erica was to Molly. Four transformations further into the juice, and completely rewritten to think of it all positively. “Of course, but were you finished when they gave you your wish, or did you still have a bit to go?”

“I got my wish before the final transformation.”

That was surprisingly good news. It was almost honest of the show. You’d think the audience would just love to see the toys they’d become wish for something perverted and sick instead of freedom. Ah well, that was good. She could still save the world with her wish… whatever that was going to be. She felt at ease. That had been her last doubt, and now she sunk into her chair totally at ease. This is what the saints felt like when God told them they would die. Erica had always thought it would be scary. But it wasn’t, it was liberating, she felt at peace. “What did you wish for? They never showed it.”

GODDESS shrugged. “Something that is important to me, but would bore you. Still, for your wish you must be careful. Just know that … you really won’t be the same person when you win. A wish that will make you happy now, will make you miserable for the rest of your life.”

What did she wish for?

She was twisting her straw into a broken wreck. “So just be kind to your future self, even if she disgusts you.”

The three nodded. Though the advice was solely for Erica. “I thought you’d be different...” Erica had been expecting a dangerous sadist this whole time. But GODDESS was downright calm, almost somber.

“I’m getting old.” GODDESS said with a sad smile. “Though I don’t look it, and probably never will. Master is going to be buried a shriveled old man, with a dozen beautiful twenty year olds. Morbid I know, but god thinking of him geriatric still gets me wet for him. Anyway my rambling is a symptom of that. I should be a wine mom by now. Anywho, routine makes us all a little regretful. You know what I would wish for now?”

“A smaller butt?” Molly giggled.

“I’ll let that one slide, because you obviously have never seen me do anal.” Molly had actually, it was a tremendous sight. “No I would wish for a challenge, everyday. The first few years were fun. Nadia or Reyna would try to take my spot or usurp me, but they’re all trained now. I started using Nadia’s tongue as toilet tissue as punishment, but now she has anxiety attacks if I don’t. Stupid bitch. So yeah, fuck my former self and her petty little wish. I’m bored, and would **** that cunt if I could. A challenge is what you should wish for, you’ll thank me. Wish the show never stops, that you’ll never get bored.”

Well that took a turn. It was like talking to Cleopatra. All three girls chose to eat their fruit rather than comment on what GODDESS had just suggested. It would appear the final transformation made you VERY happy with the results.

“See what I mean?” She said sounding a little hurt, but only in that way Cleo does when Erica tells her that she doesn’t want to wear a fucking diaper for the rest of her life. “You’re all still on that side of things.”

They sat in silence after that and let their bodies process the poison in their stomachs and minds which GODDESS had just given them. Preya was still moaning to the beat, and her sisters in slavery were having their own religious experiences out there. DJ’s track involved a lot of moaning both natural and auto tuned. GODDESS did not seem unaware that this silence was because of the things she’d just expressed. A desire to **** a less tainted form of herself not least among their objections. But she was queen of this pigsty, and she reveled in her filth.

“What about for the girls who didn’t make it to the end?” Molly finally asked. It was clear to her Marie didn’t care enough to ask for her own.

“You mean, Rosa?” GODDESS craned her neck. “She should be around here somewhere. Rosa baby!” She whistled. “Come to mommy.”

Erica was expecting to see a dark reflection of herself come ambling out, with all that mommy talk but it was worse.

Rose came in from a side room, clad in black latex, but not walking like a human being, or even a dog, and the dog mask, ears, and tail she was wearing clearly indicated that that’s just what the girl was now. She walked on her elbows and knees her latex suit was buckled to keep her limbs bent. Her first transformation had been a talented tongue, not unlike what Nazinga had. This was drooping out of the girl’s mouth, and like a tie it went down her chest where each side was pierced to her suit with a golden ring. It went this wall alllll the way down to her sex, where her pussy lips were likewise pierced and splayed open to the crotch of her suit. The tip of her tongue just reached her clit in this position. the clit had a tight ring around it which not only looked painful but caused it to bulge obscenely. If any of the girls could even see her sex from their lowly angle they would have seen that tongue flicking the clit back in forth, back and forth.

“Oh fuck.” Erica got up in disgust. Rosa had been the clear winner for most of the competition. Then near the end GODDESS got her high out of her mind, stole whatever points she could get the girl to send over with her flip phone, then dumped her in a closet. She missed an elimination competition, and well… now she has a yard of tongue stapled to the front of a gimp suit.

“You can ask her whatever you want.” GODDESS scratched at the dog’s smooth rubbery head. “But since she became by doggy she hasn’t been very vocal.

“We have to pee!” Moly announced, getting up to her feet as well.

“Yeah.” Marie stood up. “A wicked wizzer. We’re not going to have to piss in some girl’s mouth are we? Our harem has already gotten to that point and I am not a fan!”

GODDESS smiled. “Only if you use master’s bathroom.”

——-

“It doesn’t mean anything buddy, nothing means anything. I spent my whole life praying, begging God to talk to me, just so I would know he was real. Then I find God and it turns out he’s three sick women, and a T.V audience, doing this all for ratings!”

“Alright fine fuck you.” Stan set down his old fashion. This was the one person he’d ever talked to who didn’t control him, or need him. It felt good to have no stakes. “I didn’t watch your season so sorry if I missed the nuance of your transformation from choir boy to pimp.”

This outburst seemed to please Peaks. “Any other questions?”

Well that earlier nihilism didn’t seem to bode well for further conversation. “Is there… fuck… is there a way to be a good guy and own your harem?”

This made Peaks laugh and laugh. “Christ almighty, can you be a good person and own slaves? By the standards of the time. No.”

“Fine, well can you at least not be an asshole?”

“Sure.” Peak sipped from his glass, the leaned forward. “Have you ever played a video game?”

“No.”

“Right so…” Peaks was ready to dive into his explanation, but the response surprised him. “No? How’s that even possible? We have video games in the bathroom. They give tamagotchis in happy meals now!”

“Sorry.”

“No, whatever it’s fine. So in these games you get dialogue options. Say you have two options, nice and mean. So you talk to these people in this game, and you choose the nice option, because you don't want to be an asshole to these little computer people. But what's it fucking matter, because they're not real. So you play the game again, and you choose the mean option and the little guys says 'argh you're an asshole' and that option starts, and the game keepings on running, and you still kill the dragon, and who gives a fuck?"

"It's sounding like your argument is going to wind up being pro asshole."

The door to the office opened up, and a dark-skinned women with red, and I mean red pigtails came in. She dressed in something that looked vaguely cowboy but to Stan that just meant boots and a bandana. "You want me master?"

"Yes, get over here." Peaks answered.

Stan gave him a look. He didn't even see Peaks call for her.

"They know when I need them." Peaks explained to Stan. He stood to his feet, and took off his jacket. "Perk of the harem."

The red-red-red head smiled excitedly at peaks as she saw him take his jacket off. Almost definetly thinking sex was coming for her.

Then the man slapped her across the face with such **** she fell onto the couch, with a cry on anguish. She cupped her face and whimpered, but he didn't stop. He gave her three more of those, and was only stopped by Stan shoving the man away. 'Leave her alone!" Stan cried. Why had he done that? To punish him? To prove a point?

Then before Stan could even think of a reason, the woman screamed and tackled him. Stan hit the coffee table, and felt his back pop in an actually very pleasant way. But now he had an angry woman on him who was beating on his chest like a chimp. "Don't you touch my master! I'll kill you!" She screamed, and beat, and would not stop.

Peaks snapped, and got Red's attention. "That's enough my dear thank you." The woman instantly stood down, walked over to peaks and with a look into his eyes dropped her her knees and started nuzzling his cock through his pants.

"What the hell?" Stan gasped, he got up, and then put the coffee table between him and the other two. "Why did you hit her?"

Peaks shrugged, and idly played with her hair. "To make a point. I can hit her, call her names, but the moment you try to help her, you’re the enemy. These things aren't real women, they're not people. A real woman wouldn't put up with that, wouldn't have attacked you like that." He gripped Red's head. "But you're not a real girl are you?” He spat in her face. "You're a disgusting little bug and I hate you." He growled at her.

Red pouted at this treatment, but it wasn't a real pout even Stan could tell that. It was bedroom talk, a game. She stuck out her lip. "Does that mean you're going to hate fuck me?"

Peaks sighed, and threw his hands up. "See? They don't care."

'You're cruel." Stan decided that he hated this man, and that he felt very sorry for all the women bound to him.

"Ah you don't get it." Peaks sighed. "Your girls are still people but you'll see." He pulled Red around by her pigtails. "This thing is not the woman who went to the rave twenty years ago. It's just a toy they made for me from her body. She gone, and this is all that's left."

Red giggled. "You get me so horny when you talk like that."

"Fine." Stan wasn't hiding the sneer of contempt he had for this man. "You're still chosing the asshole option, even if you believe they aren't real people, which they are."

Peaks snapped and pointed for the door. "Thanks for your service, now get out of here."

Red immediatly got up and started for the door.

"You thought you were going to get fucked, but I beat you in front of a stranger to make a point, how does that make you feel?"

Red giggled. "I'm just happy to be of use." And she was gone.

"See?" Peak laughed, exhausted. "Twenty years of that will drive you crazy." He collapsed on a couch.

"You poor man."

"You'll understand when you're older." Peak sat up. "When you can't have a real wife, because you have to take care of your harem. Or when you can't have a kid because you're surrounded by psycho sex bots. I went to a rave one time, and now I've been running a club for twenty years! I sleep here man!." He rubbed his eyes. "Anyway, what I'm trying to say is this. There is no God. How you treat your harem, is ultimatly about what makes you happy. Because they don't care if you're naughty or nice. They're just happy to be of help."

Three pairs of shoes could be seen in the stall of the woman's bathroom. A pair of mary janes, a pair of sneakers, and a pair of slides.

"So she's fucking crazy." The pair of sneakers announced.

"There were signs, yes." The pair of mary janes giggled.

"Erica are you plugging?" Asked slides.

"Yup, one sec." And under the stall the tampon went.

"Yoink."

"That was so scary... what she did to Rosa." Sneakers mourned. "I hate this show."

"Join the club." Mary Janes sighed.

"I'd wish that there was no show, If I won."

"That's not bad." Slides laughed. "What about you Erica?"

"I don't know."

"Aren't you the leader of The Save The World Society?"

"Well I'm going to, I just don't know how yet."

"Get rid of the show." Sneakers said again.

"Small change." Slides laughed. "My girl wants to save everything."

"Don't you think someone has already tried?" asked Sneakers.

"You think GODDESS out there wished to save the world?" Slides.

"Maybe not her, but someone has to have to tried, you saw all those seasons. Someone must have wanted to stop all this pain." Sneakers.

"Maybe they tried." Mary Janes

"And failed." Slides.

"Doesn't matter." Mary Janes said. "As long as I succeed, I'll redeem them all."

"I just hope your Daddy doesn't leave his meeting feeling inspired." Sneakers.

"Don't call him that."

"Sorry."

"And I hope so too. This might be TMI, but I'm a little turned on from this place."

"…"

"..."

"Same!"

There was a general giggling from the stalls.

Then slides said. "That drink was goooooood!"

——-

“You’re moping.” Peaks observed.

Stan rubbed his eyes and sighed. “People Say that a lot.”

Peaks chuckled at that and drained the last of his glass. “Then you have discovered what it means to be a master. Honestly kid it feels great to talk about all of this with someone. Glad you stopped by.”

“Happy to help.” Sarcasm, obviously.

Peaks was either immune to sarcasm or blind. “Don’t know what you thought you would get out of it though. Slavery was cool because it gave the slaves European culture and Christianity? I’m afraid that’s a Florida education my friend. Let me tell you the last five years politically have only deepened my nihilism.”

“I just wanted to not feel helpless about my fate.”

“Can’t help you there.”

“So I’m doomed to be come some sleazy wife beater.”

“Ouch.” Peaks winced at that. “I think you missed the point of that demonstration.”

“No, no.” Stan shook his head. “It had a pretty big impact on me.”

Peaks shook his head. “No you’re an idiot, or you wouldn’t have been chosen. The point is that there’s no god, or hero, or anything like that to save you from Skylar. The girls are never going to make you accountable for yourself. This game doesn’t make the men evil, it just reveals who we really are. Are you the type of person who’s nice inside the video game or are you evil?”

Stan wanted to again cast dispersions on Peaks but was feeling like a broken record. He understood what the man was saying. Even if Peaks took his lesson to mean he could slap a girl and get away with it, it still held true in the opposite. Stan didn’t have to add to the horror of it all.

“There we go.” Peaks smiled. “I see learning happening. I wanted to be a teacher you know.” Stand did not. “Anyway now that your pointless bullshit question is out of the way do you want some actual valuable tips about the game?”

Stan raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”