Oh, what a night!

Louise heard an unfamiliar alarm going off. Blearily, she opened her eyes. She realized that she was spooning one of the twins. Opposite the twin she was spooning, the other twin was snuggled up to a pillow that apparently both twins were using. She thought back to the night before. She had owed two more orgasms before midnight. They hadn't stopped at two. It was sometime after midnight that the exhausted trio had finally collapsed into the big bed. Much to her surprise, her dreams had been more of the same. She wasn't sure if she had had such a vivid dream before. And in her dream... Louise couldn't help it. Thinking back on the dream, the twins had been so... wicked. One of them, Bethany? She wasn't 100% sure. But one of the twins had told her own sister to lick her pussy. And Louise was more than a little ashamed at how much watching the twins pleasure each other had turned her on. Was turning her on now. In her head, she knew that such a dream would never actually happen, but for a sex dream, it had been so hot! The matter of fact way that the twin who was being serviced had made eye contact with Louise and asked if she'd like to be next. The way that the twin on her knees had moaned into her sister's pussy at the way she was being treated like a living sex toy. Of course Louise had said yes. And when the twin crawled over, Angela, it was definitely Angela, Bethany had talked about her sister to Louise as if Angela was no more sentient than a dildo. The way that Bethany had casually invited Louise to do whatever she wanted, and told Angela to follow Louise's orders. The way Angela's face had scrunched up in pleasure at that statement. Louise had been fascinated by the various piercings the twins had. She had enjoyed the clitoral piercings both twins possessed. The twins had appreciated her enjoyment of their body jewelry.

With a start, Louise realized that she had been playing with the pierced nipple of the twin she was spooning. She quit and was moving her hand away when the owner of that nipple's hand shot up and pulled her hand back. As she toyed with the firm little bud, her fingers told her that she was playing with a barbell, not a ring. So Angela then, she thought. Hearing a soft moan, Louise shifted her weight. Moving her head, Louise looked at Bethany to find the shorter woman's eyes open and watching Louise with a hungry look. While maintaining eye contact, Bethany brought her fingers to her mouth, and licking them, moved them down to her pussy, where she began lightly stroking her lips and clit. Angela moaned at the new sensations.

"You can play with her if you want to", said Bethany. "I don't mind at all if you want to borrow my toy." Angela sucked in a breath and groaned in pleasure.

Looking over Bethany's shoulder, Louise saw the clock. 6:03 AM. That would explain it. Louise raised an eyebrow at Bethany. "Do you mind if I put this little mouth and tongue to work?"

"Of course not. I told you. I don't mind sharing my toys. And this toy has a wonderful mouth. Just tell her what you want her to do. She'll obey you, won't you little sister?" Angela shivered and gasped. Part of Louise's mind wanted to unpack that last statement of Bethany's. What does she mean by wonderful mouth? But the rising need in between Louise's legs drowned out that voice.

"In that case, if you don't mind Bethany, I'd love to put her mouth to use then." Louise decided to just roll with it. This was similar to her dream. In her mind, her lust conjured an image of Angela between Bethany's legs. Louise would call Bethany's bluff. She'd say that she wanted Angela to lick Bethany. What would the twins do? Would they be outraged? Would they go along? What if they liked it? Louise shuddered. What the fuck? Why is THAT what comes to mind? Her self-recriminations were cut short by the feeling of a tongue licking the length of her slit. With a happy sigh, Louise looked down into the lust-filled eyes of Angela as the petite woman made a show of extending her tongue and lightly teasing Louise's clit. "Ohhh you dirty tease!", Louise groaned. Looking across the bed at Bethany, Louise watched as the dominant twin watched Angela. Remembering the connection the twins shared, Louise caught Bethany's attention. "It's a new day. Would uh, you mind helping me out with my quota?"

Bethany looked puzzled for a second before realization hit. With a grin, she nodded. "I don't see why not." And with that, she crawled over to Louise, planting a knee on either side of the brunette's head.

Amazingly, the trio made it to breakfast on time.

*****

Grace lay against Hillary. No doubt about it. This morning when she was nursing from Hillary, she had definitely been wet. Just thinking about latching on to that tan nipple with the gold ring in it sent a shiver a pleasure straight to her pussy. It had been without shame that she had played with herself while she drank. Grace had continued to suck on Hillary's breasts for several minutes after the milk stopped before her climax washed over her. Now, basking in the afterglow, her head comfortably perched on one of Hillary's breasts, arms around the taller woman, Grace contemplated their evolving situation. So many things had changed. And not just small changes. Daily intimacy with another woman was now part of the day-to-day routine. Grace let her mind wander. What would this look like when they got back to the "real" world? Would Hillary come by Grace's office every day for lunch? Would Grace be having a liquid lunch every day? Grace realized that she liked that idea very much. Idly, she stroked Hillary's flat stomach, smiling at the goose bumps and occasional twitch her grazing fingers caused. "Hill? You good?", she asked, her voice somewhat muffled by the breast she was resting on.

"I'm good. This is just so... I dunno. You know?", Hillary replied.

"Yeah. I know. I was just thinking... What's this going to look like when we get back home?" Grace's voice was soft. Introspective.

"What do you mean?", Hillary asked.

"I mean, this is the new normal, right? I mean, every morning, I drink from you and we both orgasm? Not that I'm super upset about starting my day with an orgasm, but you have to admit, it's not exactly how I thought my 30's would look." Grace smiled as Hillary snorted a laugh. "Will you be coming by my office in the courthouse during the day?" Wrapping her arm around Hillary's midsection, Grace continued. "I think I'd like that. You know, if you needed me to..." She trailed off.

Hillary was quiet. She wasn't sure how to process what Grace was saying. She hadn't really put much thought into what life would look like once they left this hellish place to go home. But the group that goes home isn't going to be the same group that left, she thought. Hillary was struggling with her emotions. She found she was once again overwhelmed with gratitude and guilt. Making up her mind, Hillary spoke. "Grace, you're fired."

Shocked, Grace jerked her head up to stare at her roommate. "What? What do you mean?"

Hillary couldn't meet the other woman's eyes. In a pained voice she explained. "I mean that I want to let you out of that stupid representation contract I made you accept. I should have done it the minute the words left my mouth, but I was too big of a coward. But I can't do this! You! You say you're just being practical and whatever, but I can't take it. Why are you being so NICE to me? I don't deserve it after I almost immediately took advantage of you. Twice! Fuck! Maybe I fucking deserve to be here!" Hillary's eyes were scrunched tight, angry tears leaking out. She felt Grace shift on the bed. Good. Now she can fucking leave and won't be stuck here with me. Now she can tell me what a bitch I am. "Maybe I should -"

Grace cut Hillary off with a kiss. Hillary's eyes snapped open, her diatribe cut off in her shock. Grace had one hand on her cheek and the other gently caressing her head. The kiss was tender, loving. Gentle. Comforting. Grace eventually pulled back. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked a bit sheepish. "I couldn't think of how else to get you to shut up", she said with a wry smile.

"But why did you kiss me?" Hillary was experiencing a whirlwind of emotions. Self-recrimination and confusion were among the stronger emotions she was feeling.

"Because I wanted to. Because I feel a bond with you. Because you're beautiful." Hillary blushed at Grace's words. With a sly smile, Grace continued. "Also, as I said, I wanted to shut you up."

"You bitch!", Hillary laughed. She swatted Grace's very spankable ass. And then the floodgates opened and she was sobbing again. Grace found herself in the familiar position of holding her roommate as she cried.

As Grace stroked Hillary's silky smooth hair and made soothing noises, eventually the taller woman calmed down. Grace pushed back until she was at arm's length from Hillary. "You OK? Ish?"

Hillary smiled and nodded, holding her hand out flat and waggling it side to side in a so-so gesture.

"Good enough. I kissed you, as I said, because I wanted to. Also, because we've kissed each other almost every where BUT on the lips." Grace gave Hillary a wicked smile and pointed a finger at her own mouth. "At least not on these lips." Hillary blushed. "But I did it because I wanted to see how it felt. I wanted to know if my feelings were my own or a result of that transformation shit."

"And did you find out?", Hillary asked in a soft voice.

"I found something out", Grace replied.

Hillary looked expectantly at Grace. "And? You're killing me here!"

Grace smiled and closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to Hillary's before backing up. "I think I will need a larger sample size."

*****

In the jumble of limbs and long hair, Dave woke with a start. Someone's hair was tickling his nose. He tried to scratch it only to discover that both of his arms were occupied. Huffing and blowing, he managed to move the curtain of black hair obscuring his vision. Looking down, he was treated to the sight of two beautiful naked women, one tall and pale, one shorter with a caramel skin tone. Both had wrapped his arms around them. As he considered how to extricate himself he became aware of a couple of developments. First, he realized that he had not one, but two handfuls of boob. Secondly, the sheet had been kicked off at some point and there was nothing covering up an acute case of morning wood. As he pondered his predicament, Jane stirred, hugging his hand closer to her, and in the process, mashing his hand further into her breast.

"Good morning, partner", Jane murmured. Dave was again struck with the feeling of surrealism. Is this real life? What am I doing here? Fuck. What are THEY doing here? "Hey." Jane gently nudged him with her elbow. "You there, Brewer?" She kept her voice pitched low to avoid waking Suzanne.

"Yeah. Just trying to make sense of this madness. You uh, sleep OK?" Mentally, Dave slapped himself. You fucking idiot. You wake up with two naked women and you ask if she slept OK? Shit, man! Next time just keep your mouth shut. They might think you're an idiot, but that's better than opening your mouth and removing all doubt. "I mean, uh, you know, just uh... yeah." Fucking brilliant, Brewer. Rhodes Scholar. That's you. Jesus. Is that even a fucking sentence? Let's try a subject and predicate. Maybe an adjective and a prepositional phrase? Trying again to demonstrate his mastery of the spoken English language Dave said, "I'm just trying to be cool, Jane. I have no idea how we all wound up in this mess and I am struggling to come to terms with things as they stand. And last night... Last night was-"

"Really good", came a muffled voice from his other side. "Could you two maybe go have your heart to heart downstairs? It's early." Suzanne, contrary to her suggestion, hugged Dave's arm closer to her.

"Um, yeah. Sure. We can do that. But first, can you let go of my arm?" Dave couldn't resist. He gave the delightful handful of breast he found himself holding the gentlest of squeezes.

Suzanne shot up, startling both of her bedmates. Wild-eyed, she looked at Dave, then at Jane, and scrambled to cover herself. Her eyes landed on Dave's morning wood and stayed there. "Ohmygosh! Uh... Umm..." A scarlet flush soon covered most of her face and chest.

"Relax, chica. You're good." Sitting up and leaning around Dave, Jane winked at Suzanne. "You were more than good. You were delicious!"

Suzanne curled into a ball and moaned.

"It's cool, Suzanne. We're getting out of here, OK? Here", Dave pulled up a blanket and draped it over her body, but not before sneaking a peek at her butt and her sex that was visible as she lay on her side.

Jane, seeing where his gaze went, caught his eye and licked her lips. Blushing , Dave started to say something, anything to change the subject before Jane shook her head and winked. "Nice ass!", she mouthed to him. Shaking his head, Dave tried to extricate himself from the bed while not rubbing his still-hard dick on either Jane or Suzanne. Looking around, he couldn't see any clothes, so he walked over to the bathroom and came back with a towel wrapped around him. Jane looked at the prominent bulge in the towel around his waist and chuckled. Shaking her head, she gestured to Dave to lead the way.

"You uh, want to put anything on?", Dave asked. He was moderately proud that he was able to look her in the eye for most of that sentence.

"Nah. I'm good. Also, it's rather funny seeing how you react to this." Jane gestured to Dave, and as he passed her, she gave his ass a smack and said in a gruff voice, "Good game!" Laughing as Dave jumped at the unexpected contact, she added, "Or whatever the fuck it is you guys say to each other after a basketball game when you all grab each other's asses."

"I told you it's NOT a grab. That's a good way to get your ass beat. It's.... It just is, OK? Good game, good hustle, you do it and walk off. It's sportsmanship. Stop overthinking it!", Dave groused. This was a favorite button of his to push for Jane. Grinning, she followed him.

Making their way downstairs, Dave looked at the clock. 5:30 AM. "Even in some magic fucking reality show, I can't sleep in. That's some bullshit, you know?"

Making their way to the couch, Jane snatched the towel away from a startled Dave as he moved to sit down. "Seeing as how you're up", she said, grinning at him, "And seeing as how you're up", she said moving her eyes to his still erect cock. "We might as well start this day off right." Jane followed her words by placing a knee on either side of Dave's legs, facing him. "Besides, if I'm going to be your harem girl or whatever, I need to know if last night was a fluke or not." At the look on his face, she leaned forward, pressing her breast into his face. "I can't hear you. You seem to have a mouthful of tit." Her quiet laughter turned into a sharp hiss as Dave found her nipple and gave it a gentle bite with his teeth before softly stroking it with his tongue. Jane let out a low growl. "Mmmmm... Promising start, Brewer. Promising start." Pulling back, she grinned down at him. "I know. I know. This isn't what you want, blah blah blah. I don't want to hear it anymore. This", she reached down and grabbed his cock, "would say otherwise. Also, last night was good. Am I wrong?" She reached out, and grabbing his jaw, gently shook his head 'no'. Smiling to herself, Jane began moving his jaw up and down, opening and closing his mouth while speaking in an imitation of his voice. "Of course you're right, Jane. You're right about everything. You're so much smarter than I am and I'm just grateful I could ride your coattails at work and-" She was cut off with a kiss.

Grunting, Dave wrapped his arms around Jane and quickly stood up, only to turn around and lay down on the couch with her underneath him, eliciting a surprised, "Eek!", from Jane. "I'll show you how I'm going to ride you", he growled into her lusty smile. Gripping his dick, he rubbed it up and down her labia, finding her wetness with his cock. Once the head was slick with her juices, he began slowly pushing forward with a groan.

Jane gripped both of his shoulders and stared at his face. "That's right, Brewer. You show me. Show me, papi." Feeling his cock twitch at her pet name, she grinned. "I thought you liked that last night, caballero mio." Slowly, inexorably, Dave sank into her depths. He didn't stop until he was rooted in her warmth. Jane closed her eyes and gave a low moan. "Fucking shit, Brewer. Enough with the foreplay. Give me some dick!"

Dave's eyes shot open. Looking into Jane's laughing face, he found himself smiling back. Is this what sex with her is going to be like? I'm fucking one of my best friends and it's not weird. This is... "This is fucking awesome", he whispered to Jane as he leaned down to kiss her. Planting one foot on the ground, he pulled Jane's legs up until the backs of her thighs were resting against his abdomen. With one arm, he reached down to grasp her breast, while the other he hooked around her legs to hold them tight to his chest.

"Dios mio!", Jane huffed. "You're about to be fucking my lungs!" At the concerned look on his face she reached out and grabbed the arm holding her legs. "Don't you dare fucking stop. Rearrange my guts, papi." She felt him lurch inside her again. Grinning wickedly, she looked at him. "I think someone likes the dirty talk. Do you want to pound my little brown pussy with that giant fucking cock, papi? Are you going to make my little pussy gush before I've even had breakfast? Are you going to fill me up before the sun even comes up? With one of your other harem girls just upstairs?" Jane reveled in the look her words evoked in his expression.

"Jane..." Dave was definitely not used to such explicit talking. Louise wasn't a prude, per se, but she never asked him to "pound her pussy". He had thought that if a girl would ever talk to him like that, he would laugh in her face. But coming from Jane, it did nothing but fuel his lust for his partner. Telling himself that he would try to keep the noise down, Dave took Jane up on her offer. He tried to make her cum. He wanted to fill her up.

He succeeded, mostly. Suzanne woke up in time for Jane's third orgasm.

*****

As the assorted involuntary campers made their way into the dining hall, Sage was waiting for them. Once everyone had gotten breakfast and made their way to the table, Sage addressed the group. "Good morning, my lovelies! I trust everyone had a good night? Judging from the scoreboard, I'd say at least three of you did!" She paused as Suzanne and Dave looked down at their food, embarrassed. Jane smiled defiantly at Sage. The others turned their eyes to the scoreboard and were taken aback by the change in scores overnight. The scoreboard read:

Jane: 67 VP

Suzanne: 43 VP

Grace: 33 VP

Louise: 33 VP

Angela: 20 VP

Bethany: 20 VP

Hillary: 18 VP

Sage quickly clapped her hands, getting everyone's attention. "As you can see, some of you have some significant work to do to catch up. Remember, this isn't a "first to 100 wins" situation. It's a "get to 100 points before the show ends or you'll get a nasty punishment transformation that will define the rest of your life" kind of situation. Everyone with me? Good. Moving on!" Sage picked up her mug and took a drink. After breakfast, you will have free time until 9 AM, at which point we will meet on the parade ground right outside this building before heading to the next VP Challenge. With regards to the Challenge, this one will be taking place outdoors, and will involve a little more physicality from you ladies, but before anyone gets their dander up, I'm not talking about an obstacle course or anything like that. That's all I will say for now. Things will be escalating with each challenge, with incentives for performing well, as well as negative incentives for placing poorly. From today onward, the dining hall will be open round the clock. The only mandatory meal that you need attend is dinner, which will be at 7 PM every night unless otherwise noted. There are announcement boards outside of every building on this camp as well as placed periodically on the various hiking trails, and at the end of the trail at Voyeur's Point. If anything changes, you'll see it there. And as they are liberally placed around this camp, tardiness or failure to appear will not be tolerated." Sage paused, tapping her chin in thought.

"Ah yes! Remember, tonight's companion with the Master will be either Bethany, who was yesterday's dating sim runner up, or whoever wins the challenge this afternoon. The only exceptions to this will be Suzanne and Jane. You won't be allowed to spend the night with the Master again until everyone here has had an opportunity to, either singly or with others." Sage looked from Jane to Suzanne before continuing. "That said, there's nothing saying you can't make a house call for some afternoon delight..." She winked at Suzanne, causing the teenager to blush. Jane, sitting next to Suzanne, gave the young goth's thigh a reassuring squeeze under the table. Sage smiled and cleared her throat. "Speaking of afternoon delight, there is one other wrinkle to the scoring system. Some of you might have noticed that you've performed certain services for the Master more than once, but have only gotten VP for the first time. This is also intentional. I didn't want one of you to create an insurmountable lead in one night of carnal shenanigans. There will be no repeat VP awarded for an act until EVERYONE has done it. So, for those of you more orally inclined, you won't get any more VP for that sloppy toppy until Angela, Hillary, and Jane join the club. Does everyone understand? If you're wanting to be a team player or whatever and try to help everyone out, you will probably need to start comparing notes and finding out who the holdouts are on various things. Maybe you can convince them. Maybe they'll decide on their own. Maybe you can use your BP for something fun and help them out. That's just some of the many options available."

Hillary despaired. I am so fucked. There's no way all of them are going to let him fuck their asses. Shit! I'm still not sure that I want that! Hillary was more than a little surprised when she heard a voice whispering in her mind, If he wants you to give him your ass, the proper thing, the right thing, the respectful thing is to honor your Master's wishes. Your highest priority is his pleasure and obedience to his desires. She shook her head, trying to clear the intrusive thoughts, but they persisted. Grace, sensing Hillary's unease, nudged her foot and looked at her with a questioning expression. Grimacing, Hillary gave a brief shake of her head and mouthed, "Later". Grace gave the barest nod before turning her eyes back to Sage.

"I think that about covers the morning announcements. Eat up, go brush your teeth or grab a quickie or whatever and I'll see you back here at 9." Looking at the clock on the wall, Sage tsked. "That's a little over an hour from now, so don't dilly-dally!" And in a blink she had disappeared.

Dave picked at his food, lost in thought. Last night had been otherworldly. He'd have never guessed Jane had that in her. She didn't have that in her until a couple of days ago... his increasingly weak conscience reminded him. Like that's any of your fault, my dude. You didn't ask for this! You didn't do anything to these women! You're doing what you always do. You're HELPING them! You're gonna give yourself an ulcer or something. Is this REALLY the best help you can offer?, asked his conscience. A threesome with Jane and a 19 year old? That's the best you can do? Of course it fucking isn't!, countered the Voice. There's still a couple of virgins, after all. And let's not forget about other things that we haven't done yet... Why do I even bother? I can't win with you. Then give up. You know I can't. Think about what Sage just said. She got Jane and Louise to drink the Kool-Aid and had them convince you that the best way you could help them was to fuck them. Literally. And so now you have. At least Jane. And holy fuck was that something else!

... Not the point I was going for. As I was saying, now you have. Jane is apparently fine with sex. Sure. Fine. Even forgetting that two days ago she would have ripped your dick off if you had suggested something like last night to her, that still leaves six other women. 'But conscience', I hear you asking, 'What do you mean six other women?' Well, Brewer, I'm glad you asked. Even if we can accept that Jane is 100% down for a sexual relationship with you where she will be one of several women you potentially sleep with, what about the other six? Jane won't get any more VP for fucking you until ALL of them have. Including two virgins! You think 48 hours is enough time to get them to give up their v-cards? You know for sure that sex with Suzanne is off the table, otherwise she'd have fucked you last night. Is it fair to put that kind of pressure on them? Even if you don't say anything. Hell, even if you DO come out and publicly condemn any pressuring to do a particular sex act, the pressure is still going to be there. They're gonna KNOW. THEY'RE the reason that as our time grows ever shorter here that the other women here aren't closer to that 100 point mark. So now they'll feel it. Every time they might be alone with you and that scoreboard doesn't change, she's going to be thinking about how she's gonna have to look these other women in the eye. How they're all going to know that she just isn't a team player. That for whatever reason, she's holding out. Let's face it. All of the evidence points to the conclusion that these women are YOURS until you die. There's an almost guarantee that sex will happen between all of you at some point. Their "sisters" are going to resent the holdouts, even if it's not consciously. How long until someone buys something fucked up with their BP that makes someone want to fuck you? You know that that's never been a turn-on for you. True **** has always been a non-starter. Roleplaying is one thing, but do you really think you could bang one of them knowing that her heart wasn't in it? I don't think you can. So we're back to the point I was getting at.

Fucking finally.

Fucking hell, man. Chill. My point is that you are well on your way down a slippery slope. With every concession you've made, Sage has just demanded more. Where will this end?

If you're done being a whiny bitch, I'd like to ask YOU a question.

This ought to be good.

What the fuck else CAN he do? As you have pointed out, this so-called camp experience has a finite length. And you and I both believe with every fiber of our beings that Sage wasn't fucking joking when she stressed the importance of hitting 100 points. Sex is CLEARLY incentivized over these stupid-ass challenges. Hell, a BJ and a fuck is worth more than first place! So tell me, Mr. White Knight on your big white horse and your bullshit moralizing. Tell me what the fuck else CAN we do other than be available for these women?

Dave's conscience had no answer for that.

"Dave!"

Dave roused himself from his inner debate and found seven sets of eyes looking at him expectantly. Jane frowned. Hillary snorted. Louise looked worried. Grace was unreadable. The twins' expressions were likewise blank. Suzanne caught his eye, blushed, looked at her plate, and steeling herself, looked back at Dave. "Huh?", he said. Thank fuck that I'm not being judged on my communication skills. Fucking hell, Brewer!

Grace was the one to break the silence. "We were going to ask if you were done eating. And if so, if you'd mind giving us a bit of privacy. After this morning's announcements", she managed to make the word sound like a curse. "We have some things we need to discuss, and for everyone's sake, we think it would be better if it was just us girls for now." At the pained look on his face, Grace's expression softened. "I promise you that we will also have a sit-down with you. We can even do it individually if that makes you more comfortable. But for now, I think it best if we work out some stuff before going any further."

"Of- of course. I'll uh, just uh, I'll be at the Center, I guess." Dave scooted his chair back and moved to pick up his tray. Hillary stopped him.

"Let me take care of that, please."

Keeping his expression neutral, Dave nonetheless saw a look exchanged between Louise and Grace. Nodding, he thanked Hillary and walked out.

Hillary was unprepared for the small jolt of pleasure that his words caused her.

Grace waited until Dave had left the building before addressing the group. "Sage's announcement is more than a little troublesome, I believe."

"Gee, you think?" Hillary tried to keep the bitterness from her voice. "I'm pretty sure that she did that just to spite me."

"That is a possibility", Grace conceded. "But I don't think that's her primary motivation. I think all available evidence points to her ability to do whatever she pleases to us, provided it fits within some sort of rule set. If she wanted to specifically target you, I believe she is clever enough to work the rules in her favor. No, I think this is more of a group motivator. I believe she is trying to foster discord among us."

"How's that?", asked Angela.

"Because it's going to put a lot of pressure on both me and Suzanne to lose our virginities, for one", answered Bethany. Nodding at Suzanne, she continued. "I had planned on waiting until marriage for that. I don't know what Suzanne was holding out for, but I have every confidence that a woman as beautiful as she would have had ample suitors in both high school and college." Suzanne blushed at the compliment. "And I am not saying that only sex with a virgin is meaningful. It clearly isn't. But that's one less hurdle the rest of you have that Suze and I don't. I'm not stupid. I know what's expected of us. By this point, we all better be on the same page about that. I never thought I'd be saying this, but magic is real. And now I'm in a stranger's magical harem with my twin sister and five other women on like the most perverted iteration of Big Brother I could think of." Chuckling mirthlessly, Bethany continued, "I'm also not a complete prude. I know what a harem is. And if anything we've seen how the rewards for sex are clearly the best method for accruing VP. And even if none of you ever say ANTHING at all to Suzanne or me, I'll know that I'm the one holding the rest of you back. It's insidious. Then there's the Trading Post. If you haven't looked, there are any number of arousal boosters, inhibition lowering items, or straight up compulsions that can be bought for a relatively cheap amount. Who's to say what a **** woman might do? I'm not saying I think any of you are planning that", Bethany made a point to make eye contact with everyone else. "But I am just pointing out, that while this might look like a game from the outside, it most certainly is anything BUT a game."

"I don't think you're wrong, Bethany", Grace said. "That's pretty much the conclusion I came to as well. But it's more than just you and Suzanne. She's going to be mad at me for this, I think, but it needs to be said. There's also Hillary to consider." Hillary's head whipped around to stare at Grace, eyes wide. "In case you've somehow forgotten, Sage has more or less dictated that she's only going to enjoy anal sex going forward. Looking at your faces as I say that, I don't think I'm out of line by assuming that for most of you, anal isn't something you've either done or particularly enjoy. Show of hands, who else besides me has done anal before?" Grace raised her hand. At a nudge from Bethany, Angela also raised her hand. "I see", said Grace. "Angela, would you mind giving a brief summary of your experiences?", Grace asked.

"Uh, sure? It was... I dunno. OK? I guess? Like, it kind of hurt at first, but it also felt good? And one time I wore a buttplug for the night, and later, when he stuck his dick in my ass, it didn't really hurt. It was more just a stretching feeling? It's a kind of strange feeling. Like, you're full, but your uh,"

"Pussy?", suggested Grace. Angela nodded.

"Yeah. Your pussy is empty. I came a couple of times from anal." Blushing, she amended, "I mean, I came from playing with my clit during anal."

"Thank you, Angela. I am sorry to put you on the spot", Grace said. "I had similar experiences for the most part. I've only done it with one partner before, and he was not as big as David is. I did eventually come to enjoy it and the last couple of times we tried it, I used a vibrator while he was inside me. Both of us rather enjoyed the sensations." Clearing her throat, the short, pale woman looked around the table. "I would like us to be open with each other about things. I know that as a society we have this cultural imperative to keep bedroom stuff confidential and to not talk about it. Outside of this harem, I would agree with that sentiment. But I can't help but think about the fact that eventually we are all going back to our world. And we're all going to be together, apparently. I confess I have no idea how that's going to work, but I am sure that Sage has some kind of plan for that. But with seven of us vying for one man's attention, I think it could be very easy for us to fracture and view each other as competitors instead of teammates." Blushing, Grace looked around the room. "In the last two days, I have done things that I never considered doing before. I have been intimate with a woman for the first time in my life. I think I'm not the only one who can say that." She glanced around the table. "And I will say that I found it to be an enjoyable experience. And that is my point. We are here together. Pretty much every aspect of this experience is brand new territory for all of us going forward, unless any of you have any experience being in a harem you'd like to share." This got a few chuckles. "I would just ask that everyone keep an open mind. Ask around if you are curious or nervous about something. And try to be understanding of those that aren't quite ready to take the next step. And for those that others are waiting on, I'd only ask that you consider trying just once. If a certain thing just isn't for you, nobody will judge you for that. But until you try it, you won't know." Looking around, Grace nodded. "That's all I have, I believe."

Hillary reached under the table and squeezed Grace's hand. The shorter woman's only acknowledgement was a quick squeeze in return. Jane stood up and addressed the group. "I'll just echo what Grace said. We're in this together, ladies. It's easy to forget the whole "harem for life" thing when you're face to face with honest to God magic, but we need to stay mindful of it. I know that most of us are strangers to each other. I like to think I know Brewer as well or better than anyone else here, aside from Louise. I'm always available if you wanna talk about whatever." Jane's expression turned grim. "But let me say this once for the record. If anyone tries some underhanded bullshit that makes someone do something they're not comfortable with or ready to do, I promise you I will rip your head off and shit down your neck. We WILL NOT stoop to that witch's opinion of us. This is not a hypothetical. This is a threat. Do. Not. Fuck. Each. Other. Over." In the dead silence that followed, Jane smiled at the table. "Glad to see we're all on the same page. Thanks, ladies!"

In the aftermath of Jane's ultimatum, there was mumbling, but in the end, nothing was ever said about the elephant(s) in the room. Bethany felt like someone was always staring at her when she wasn't looking. She wanted to scream. She wanted to stand on the table and yell so that she could be heard for miles that she knew that if she didn't fuck this guy that she could be sentencing not just herself, not just her sister, but five other women to a fate possibly worse than ****. How does one express this?, she wondered. One thing she did know, was that whenever it happened, she wanted her sister there with her. The question she couldn't answer was whether she wanted to be in charge or not.

Suzanne fidgeted in her seat. Like Bethany, she felt invisible eyes on her throughout the impromptu meeting. Unlike Bethany, she was kicking herself for not doing it the night before. I had even bought the perfect thing for it! And now, she wouldn't get to spend the night with him for at least the next two nights, and that was assuming that multiple women went both nights. Suzanne had long fantasized about Dave. Granted, she hadn't imagined her first foray into sex being a threesome with him and his partner from work, but she had to admit that it had been hot. Right up until the morning when she realized that she was butt-ass naked in bed with him and the afore-mentioned partner, holding his hand to her boob! In the heat of the moment the night before, everyone's lack of clothing had been exciting. Sexy. Necessary, even. In the calm of the morning, however, Suzanne's 19 year old insecurities reared their ugly heads and reminded her of all of her self-identified shortcomings. She was too young. She was too pale. Her boobs weren't as big as Jane's. She was too scared to have sex the night before. She replayed all of the noises she had made during the night before's encounter and fixated on them, completely ignoring the fact that she was hardly alone in that department, or that the others had found her cries and moans to be arousing in the ****. And as she lay there in the bed, listening to Jane cum again and again, she had masturbated, turned on at the thought of what was happening downstairs and once again cursing herself for her cowardice. She had edged herself until she heard Dave begin his climax. Suzanne had to bury her face in the pillow to avoid having the downstairs couple from hearing her screams of release. Her screams of despair. Abruptly, Suzanne pushed back from the table. Mumbling something about her outfit, she ducked her head and hustled to the door. As she headed to her cabin, she felt a sense of relief. Her Book would be there. The idea of confiding in it buoyed her spirits.

*****

It was a cautious group that assembled at 9 AM. Sage was there, as was Dave. The former was nearly bursting with excitement. The latter tried his best to give reassurance through his glances at the assembled women. Sage looked around at the group and, satisfied that all were present and accounted for, transported the group to their destination.

"The Archery Range? Seriously? You know that firearms have been a thing for like, 250 years or so?", Angela couldn't help herself. "Who the hell actually does this stuff other than summer campers and like, the Boy Scouts?"

"Archery is quite popular, actually. Not only is it an Olympic sport, there are competitions at all skill levels held all over the world." Hillary looked as surprised as everyone else was at her defense of archery. "I, uh... that is to say, my parents...-"

"Her parents were pretty strict and weren't a big fan of her playing most of the sports available at school. They told her if she wanted to compete it could be chess or archery." Louise jumped in to help her friend. "When did you finally hang it up? Sophomore year? Junior?"

"After law school, actually", a red-faced Hillary replied. "I was embarrassed that I couldn't tell my parents that I wanted to quit, so I just told my friends that I did. I'd make up an excuse about having to go home for something whenever there was a tournament. It wasn't until I was studying for the bar that I finally told them that I was done. They couldn't understand why I wouldn't want to do everything just they way they scripted it for me. My dad was so overbearing and my mom just sat there. She let him do all the talking. It made me so mad. I don't know why I never really noticed it before. I told them that I was done being their perfect obedient daughter. That was part of what made me go into family law, actually", she said. "Dad wasn't a fan of me being in a courtroom. He thought it would be much more proper for me to do tax law." She shuddered. "I can't tell you how awful that sounded to me then. It sounds even worse now. But he hated the idea of me involving myself in divorce proceedings. So that's what I did." Looking around, she realized everyone was staring at her. "Um... sorry. I guess now isn't the best time for 'let's share our family's dysfunction.'" Turning to Sage, Hillary ducked her head a touch and mumbled an apology.

Waving it off, Sage grinned. "Not to worry my dear. But back to today's challenge, what would a summer camp be without an archery experience?"

"More fun?", Suzanne offered.

Amid the chuckles, Sage scowled. "Laugh it up now, but you might want to pay attention. Here's how this is going to go. This is going to have a few components to it. Each of you will shoot one at a time. The rest will wait here on this bench. The shooter will have their choice of seven targets, one for each of you. They will fire ONE shot per round. The goal is to have the lowest score. You will therefore be shooting at each other's targets. If you really want to, I suppose you could shoot your own, but where's the fun in that? Only after everyone has shot for the round will the scores be shown. You will NOT know who has shot your target. When you are the shooter, you need only think of the name, and that target will appear front and center. These are standard bullseye targets. The bullseye is worth ten. The next ring is nine, the next eight, and so on until the outer ring is worth 1. Should you miss a target altogether, you will receive a penalty of five points to your score. Every two misses, and the penalty increases by one. With me so far?" Heads nodded.

"Good. Now to the fun parts. Each of you will have three power shots to start with. These are worth twice the points. However, the catch is that you must land in the seven ring or better for it to count. Otherwise, you will incur a fourteen point penalty."

"Wait a minute! That's not fair!", Angela shouted.

"Of course it is. You don't HAVE to use them. There is definitely a risk involved. But there is also a reward. Should you score a bullseye on a player with your power shot, you will be awarded three more." Sage noted with satisfaction that all eyes were riveted on her. "Speaking of elimination, you might want to know how that happens. On a score of 50 or higher, you are out. At the top of every target is the current score. To help with visual clutter, after every round, the arrows will be removed. However, those of you shooting later in the order have the option of scrolling through the other targets and seeing who's been shot at that round."

"Won't the person going last always have a huge advantage?", asked Grace.

"Right you are, counsel. Which is why, after every round, the order will rotate. Whoever shot first will drop back to the back of the line and everyone else will advance one. Oh!" Sage looked as if she had just remembered something. "I forgot to mention. When your target hits 50 points, you'll orgasm. Additionally, the higher the points on your target, the closer to orgasm you'll be. If you find yourself sitting on a 49, you will feel like you're right on the edge of cumming. But you won't be able to. And to keep this honest", Sage snapped her fingers. "No matter how much you might wish to, your ability to orgasm has been linked exclusively with the target with your name on it until this challenge ends. Also, the VP penalties for poor showings have increased. First is still 15, each subsequent place will be four less. Last place will end up with nine less VP than they had going in." THAT got their attention for sure, Sage noted.

"I have drawn your names in a random order, so the rotation will go as follows: Suzanne, Grace, Louise, Jane, Bethany, Hillary, Angela. On the next round, Grace will be up and Suzanne will go to the end of the line. Any questions?" The girls shook their heads. Sage held up a finger. "Oh! I almost forgot. There will be a 25 second shot clock. Failure to shoot before time runs out will result in a seven point penalty. Lastly, I will allow Hillary a shirt for when she is shooting. The idea of a bowstring catching a nipple ring isn't sexy in the least, and I want this to be as fair as possible." Hillary looked down at her still-naked breasts. Sage watched her with amusement. "I said 'when you're shooting', Hillary. We wouldn't want to deprive the Master of such a magnificent view for this whole competition, would we?" Hillary grumbled, but kept her volume down. Sage smiled. "Alrighty then! Suzanne! You're up!"

And with that, the archery competition began. (The shooter will be in the left-hand column, the target will be in the right hand column, and the score from that round's shot will follow the target. The total score FOR THE SHOOTER will be indicated after the round's score)

Suzanne ===> Bethany :5 Total = 0

Grace ===> Angela: 6 Total = 0

Louise ===> Jane: 5 Total = 5

Jane ===> Louise: 5 Total = 5

Hillary ===> Angela: 9 Total = 5

Bethany ===> Angela: 3 Total = 5

Angela ===> Hillary: 5 Total = 18

As the scores were displayed, both Angela and Bethany appeared less than pleased. "I know it's every woman for herself, but fuck! It's like everyfuckingbody chose my target!", exclaimed Angela. Bethany put her arm around her sister.

"It's gonna be OK. We'll get through this, OK?" Bethany wished she felt more confident. Soon enough, Sage called them back up to shoot. For the second round, the scores were:

Grace ===> Suzanne: 1 Suzanne Total Points: 1

Louise ===> Bethany: 8 Bethany Total Points: 13

Jane ===> Grace: 2 Grace Total Points: 2

Hillary ===> Angela: 3 Angela Total Points: 21

Bethany ===> Jane: 10 Jane Total Points: 15

Angela ===> Suzanne: 3 Suzanne Total Points: 4

Suzanne ===> Jane: 10 Jane Total Points: 25

As the second round's scores were announced, Jane's hand shot to her crotch and she moaned. "Holy shit! This is only halfway?"

Angela looked at Jane. She was conflicted. She didn't want anyone to lose VP, but if anyone could afford it, Jane could. Looking to her sister, Angela could see that Bethany was thinking the same thing. Sage gave the women a brief rest and then called them up to shoot again.

Louise ===> Hillary: 3 Hillary Total Points: 8

Jane ===> Suzanne: 5 Suzanne Total Points: 9

Hillary ===> Suzanne: 9 Suzanne Total Points: 18

Bethany ===> Grace: 10 Grace Total Points: 12

Angela ===> Grace: 4 Grace Total Points: 16

Suzanne ===> Grace:6 Grace Total Points: 22

Grace ===> Louise: 9 Louise Total Points: 14

As the women sat back down, glances were exchanged. Grace tried to surreptitiously get more comfortable. The sudden uptick in her points had caused a sudden and unexpected uptick in her arousal. Turning to Sage, Grace got the host's attention. "Could we have a few minutes to confer?" Sage nodded and walked over to where Dave sat.

Motioning the women to gather around, Grace stated what had been on her mind from the minute that Sage had announced the format of this particular challenge. "I will understand if this isn't a popular opinion, but I think we should be focusing our shots on those with VP to spare. If Angela comes in last, she stands to lose nearly half of her VP." Turning to Jane, Grace was relieved to see that the Latina was nodding along with her. "I know this is a competition, but I think the top spots should go to those with less points. If we're in this together, then this is where we prove it." Grace looked around. She saw several nods. "I know I'm asking a lot. Deliberately tanking something is just something that is nearly impossible for me to do." At this, Louise, Jane, Hillary, and Suzanne all nodded. The twins, not being particularly competitive growing up, nodded along as well. Grace took a deep breath. Here goes. "This is a big ask, I know, but-"

"Shoot my target", said Jane. "Grace has the right of it. I have the most VP, and I can afford to lose some. It'd be pretty hypocritical for me to demand that everyone be a team player and then punk out when it was my turn to step up." She looked around. "Now is not the time for feelings. We have a collective goal. I want every one of us getting out of this as intact as possible. That means we're all going to have to work together and occasionally sacrifice. I promise I'll never ask any of you to do something I won't do myself. Besides, I don't know how much longer I can stand this. If this is only half strength on her scale of one to orgasm, I think I'd lose my mind if I had to feel like this for much longer." She grinned, but quickly got serious. "If you don't want to or for some reason you just can't bring yourself to tank this, I understand. I won't hold it against you."

"I will." Grace looked everyone present in the eye. "When the VP situation stabilizes somewhat, every woman for herself. I have no problem with that. But if one of you can't see the situation we're in, I promise I will do everything I can to make you regret your short-sightedness." For everyone but Jane, the Grace they thought they knew was gone. Gone was the quiet, collected, pixie-like woman. In her place was the rising star of the District Attorney's Office. The five foot firebrand who stared down gangsters and murderers in court and made them blink first. There was a presence to her. And everyone listening believed what she said. Her voice was cold, emotionless. Louise made a note to never underestimate the petite blonde again.

"Me too." Suzanne was as surprised as anyone that she had spoken up. Jane's talk of team play had struck a chord within her. Memories of the previous night were fresh in her mind, as she recalled how Jane had included her when she had no real reason to do so. "Shoot mine as well."

Jane felt pride as she looked Suzanne in the eye. The tall teen blushed and looked away. I'll talk with her later. She might be the youngest, but she's no less a part of this than anyone else. And I think she's just cemented herself as a woman to be reckoned with. "OK. So, me, then Suzanne, then who?" Jane was leery of stepping on toes. "Ladies, if yall want to fight it out for the other five spots, I won't begrudge you that. Suzanne", she turned all eyes to the tall girl. "I'd expect no less from the daughter of the man I call Chief. I'm proud of you." Suzanne's blush deepened and she mumbled something that sounded like, "Thank you."

Grace spoke up. "I'll go after Suzanne. Louise, are you good with fourth?"

Louise shook her head. "No. I'm not." In the chilly silence that greeted her declaration, Louise looked Grace in the eye. "I'll take fifth, YOU can take fourth."

Grace smiled. "I see. How about we let the arrows fly where they may?" Louise nodded her acceptance.

"So what about us?" Bethany was almost in tears. She hadn't dared to hope for anything like this. She had been so scared when it seemed that Angela was on track to come in last.

"You three will have to fight it out", Sage interrupted. "I am willing to allow a small amount of collusion in the interests of closing the gap and making this competition more competitive. But I will NOT stand by and let you just shit on this challenge. The three of you WILL do your best to win. If I think for a second that any of you are sandbagging, I will make you regret it. Am I understood?" She was pleased to see nods all around. "So. Is that it then? Are you decided on this? Jane? you are willing to lose 9 VP and have a more negative transformation? Suzanne? If you recall, the lower you place, the more punitive the transformation is likely to be. Is this what you want?"

"Yes." Suzanne was proud that her voice only shook a little bit.

"So be it. Grace? Louise? Who's taking 5th?"

"I am", came the stereo response. Both women mock glared at one another before grinning. Grace raised her eyebrows at Louise. "Rock, Paper, Scissors? Two out of three?"

"Sure. Winner picks the places?", asked Louise.

"Deal." Grace squared up and put her fist on the palm of her other hand. Louise won two to zero, throwing rock twice in a row to Grace's scissors.

Sage clapped her hands. "Just so I'm clear... The bottom four, per your wishes, will be Jane in seventh, Suzanne in sixth, Louise in fifth, and Grace in fourth? Is that it? I need to hear you say it out loud, please."

A chorus of "Yes" greeted her. Grinning wickedly, Sage made a finger gun and one by one, "shot" each of the four volunteers. Each of the women immediately screamed and collapsed, their hands grabbing at their crotches and breasts. The three remaining contestants looked alarmed. "Don't worry, my dears", Sage cooed. "They just came their brains out. That's all. They're quite all right. Or, they will be, as soon as they come back to earth." She smiled at the trio. "As for you three, I will expect a real competition. No sandbagging. No going easy. Play. To. Win. Am I clear?"

Jane: -9 VP ===> 58 VP

Suzanne: -5 VP ===> 38 VP

Louise: -1 VP ===> 32 VP

Grace: +3 VP ===> 36 VP

Three affirmative responses later and the trio found themselves on the firing line. "Since you all decided to go rogue on this, I'm changing this up a bit. You're all going to fire at the same time. You will see who is shooting where. We will continue until two of you are dripping, orgasming messes and only one is left standing. Are we on the same page?" Again, the twins and Hillary voiced their assent.

Just as a reminder, here are your scores as they stand:

Hillary: 8

Angela: 21

Bethany: 13

"Are you ready?", Sage asked. "Fire!"