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Holly woke up to find her sheets stained with sweat and other fluids. She felt groggy again, as she had pretty much every night since her newest transformation. She looked down at the red mattress, soaked through with her juices. She was still clenching Nick’s underwear tightly in her hand.

I can’t even control myself at this point…

Dakota hadn’t come back to the room last night, which had left Holly free to indulge herself for what may have been the last time.

Her impulse control was slipping, and if she wasn’t careful, she’d tip right over the edge, which seemed to be exactly what these people wanted from her. This contest felt like it was designed to break her down on a fundamental level; to take the fragile walls she’d constructed to keep her libido at bay and tear them down brick by brick. If she wasn’t careful, she’d bring on her own downfall into shame and humiliation, exactly what she’d sacrificed so much to avoid.

The voice in the back of my head is bad enough… but now I’m dealing with these dreams… and the effects of them as well.

Holly had played with herself until practically the break of dawn, when she’d finally succumbed to exhaustion and let sleep take hold. Then her dreams had been plagued with hair like fire, strewn about golden sheets as sweet moans erupted from beneath Nick’s panting form as he plowed into his conquest for the night in a missionary position that could almost be considered chaste.

So it’s Mary today, then. Even now, as she got up to take a shower, Holly was feeling pinpricks of submission related to the redhead. How pretty she looked with her hair long like that, how much bigger her boobs were, how sexy she looked when her face twisted from her first taste of ecstasy…

Holly ripped her hand away from her pussy. She’d almost done it again. I can’t spend the whole day playing with myself in the shower!

So she got out as fast as possible and headed down for breakfast. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw who was waiting for her at the table.

Mary looked like **** warmed over. She had bags under her eyes and her hair was a mess. She was still wearing the same clothes she’d had on yesterday, and she stared miserably down at her porridge with a glassy stare.

Holly had never seen someone so adorable and precious!

“Um… h-hey…” She said shyly, glancing down at her feet. “Good morning…”

“Huh… oh!” Mary glanced up warily and then brightened when she saw it was Holly. She **** a smile onto her tired face. “Good morning!”

Holly could tell she was forcing it though. “Hey, uh… are you doing okay?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t get any sleep last night,” she mumbled. Gina and Dakota ambushed me in the corridor, and they started throwing up all over the place. I had to look after them the whole time…”

Holly had stopped listening at “I didn’t get any sleep last night.” Her brain was too busy imagining just what that entailed, flashing back to key selections from her dream.

She licked her lips in spite of herself. Mary looked delicious enough to serve as breakfast in her own right!

“So, you, um… I just… can I get you something to eat? More filling than porridge, I mean! You want an omelet? I can make you an omelet! Pancakes? Hash browns? Just tell me what you want!” She was practically drooling at the image of Mary stuffing her face cheerfully.

Mary just looked at her awkwardly.

“I’m, um… I’m fine with my grits,” she said, gesturing to the yellowish porridge in front of her. When she saw how Holly’s face fell, though, she had a change of heart.

“Maybe… you could get me some sausages?”

“Of course!” Holly brightened immediately.

I bet she wants Nick’s thick sausage right now, that nagging voice in her head sneered. Holly shook those thoughts away and went to go get Mary her breakfast. But by the time she returned, the redhead was no longer alone at the table.

Rose was sitting across from her with a smirk on her face. Mary’s cheeks were bright red and she stared down at her bowl.

“Good morning,” Rose said, glancing up at Holly. “I just wanted to check in, and see how you girls were doing.”

Holly blinked. “Um… fine, we’re doing-”

“Everything’s fine!” Mary blurted out. “I’m just… enjoying my breakfast.”

“Well isn’t that sweet?” The smile on Rose’s face looked almost genuine, like she DID find it sweet. But Holly knew better. She’d met girls like Rose before, total skanks and bitches that treated plain, ordinary girls like her and Mary like trash.

The kind of sexy girls who were getting all the sex back in high school. While you were **** to deal with your urges by yourself, girls like her were getting plowed by the entire football team. No wonder she’s gotten further with Nick than you ever will, and she’s only been here a few days.

Holly bit her lip. The instincts from her transformations were pulling her in two separate directions. On one hand, Rose was hot as sin, and the image of her and Nick having sex had been a large part of her masturbation fantasies last night. On the other hand, she felt protective of Mary, her deferential impulses compelling her to stand up for her friend.

“So Mary, I was wondering, could I come up to the Master’s Suite with you tonight? Just the two of us and Nick, together as a group.”

And just like that her two warring impulses found unity in her mind.

“Wh-What did you say?!” Holly exclaimed, a tremor of pleasure shooting through her as she pictured Rose’s naked body pressed up against Mary’s new seductive curves. Since the redhead was too stunned to stand up for herself, it fell to Holly to ask.

Rose just smirked. She didn’t even look at Holly when she answered, as though the other girl wasn’t even worth her time. And fuck did that make her wet.

“I was merely suggesting that Mary and I go up to the Master’s Suite tonight and pleasure the master together,” Rose explained. “It’s perfectly within the rules. Dawn and I spent the night satisfying him immensely.”

Mary went pale while Holly turned red. “No way!” She shouted, immediately grabbing her tablet to check the scores. Because she didn’t believe Rose was being honest, of course, and certainly not for any other ulterior motive.

Dawn: 15 Victory Points

The number stood out to her like a slap in the face. Just last night Dawn’s VP score had only been 2 points. A measly two points, even lower than Holly’s score, and she hadn’t done anything with Nick yet.

Dawn clearly hadn’t settled for that. Holly remembered the competitive gleam in the woman’s eye, and understood the amount of determination and dedication necessary to increase her VP score by seven times.

She felt utterly humiliated. While most of the girls on the island certainly had better figures than Holly, Dawn was the only one who had less feminine curves than her. And while Dawn was classically pretty in spite of her diminutive body, Holly didn’t think her cute cherubic face came up short in comparison to her rival’s austere features.

But Nick had chosen Dawn, and not her.

Because Dawn was willing to work for it. She was willing to set aside her ego and self-respect and be the perfect little slut for her master. But we both know you aren’t, the voice in Holly’s head taunted her, if you were capable of doing something like that, things never would have gotten to this point in the first place.

The voice's accusations froze Holly where she stood, because she knew they were true. There was no one to blame Nick’s lack of interest on other than her.

While Holly was stewing in her guilt juices, Mary finally found her voice again.

“Absolutely not!” She exclaimed, color returning to her cheeks. Her face burned crimson with embarrassment and rage. “The bond between husband and wife is a sacred covenant with the lord! I would never defile that connection by inviting another woman into my bed!”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Two things, sweetheart. One, you and Nick are not married. And two, even if you were married, believe me, Nick’s violated a lot more than some sacred covenant.”

Mary winced, beaten back by Rose’s ****. But it was only a temporary retreat to regroup, and she stormed back into the fray with her head held high. “You don’t get it! Someone like you would never understand the bond that he and I share!”

Rose smirked. There were several things she could say. For example, she could pressure Mary with a statement like “oh, really, you mean the bond you tossed aside because you believed the bullshit of another girl?”

But she didn’t say that. There was nothing to gain by making an enemy out of Mary. So she softened her expression and placed a hand over the other girl’s instead. Mary was so stunned by the display of tenderness that she didn’t even think to recoil back from it.

“You’re right,” Rose admitted solemnly. “I don’t understand what it’s like to be in love the way you are.”

She smiled sheepishly. “It pains me to say this, but when it comes to love… I don’t know much about anything.”

Mary brightened. “R-Really?”

Only Holly could see that Rose was clearly manipulating Mary, and for a second she felt compelled to let her friend know the truth.

But the image of Mary and Rose together in the master’s bed with Nick taking turns thrusting into the two of them was too tantalizing to resist, and she lost her voice.

“I’ve only played roles in movies,” Rose admitted, continuing her little game. “But actually dating somebody… I just never found the right person.”

She sighed and glanced down at the table. “I suppose the reason I’ve been doing all these sinful things is to fill the hole in my heart.”

Holly rolled her eyes. Gag me with a spoon!

Speaking of spoons, Mary was practically eating up every word Rose said with a massive one. The naïve southern belle was starry-eyed as the most gorgeous woman she ever met told her all about how shameful she felt for being a sinner.

“It’s alright,” Mary assured her, taking Rose’s hands into hers. “Jesus doesn’t care about the things you’ve done. As long as you open your heart up to His love, then He will be there to guide you down the right path. It’s never too late to change.”

Tears began to well up in Rose’s eyes. Holly had to give her credit. This woman was a world-class actress.

“Mary, can I… ask you for a favor?” Rose asked quietly, wiping her eyes with a napkin.

“If it’s about coming up to the Master’s Suite with me, then I’m sorry, but my answer is still no,” Mary said gently. “That time is for Nick and I.”

“No, it’s not that,” Rose shook her head. “I just… I want to get to know you better. I don’t have many friends here thanks to how I always act, so… sorry, this must sound so stupid…”

“Ah, not at all!” Mary shook her head. “I think it’s great that you want to improve your friendship with others! I couldn’t agree more!”

She smiled like the holy mother she’d been named after. “In fact, I was going to go to the bookstore today. Would you like to come with me?”

Holly perked up. “Oh! That sounds like fun! Can I come, too?” Some of Holly’s favorite places were bookstores and libraries. But more importantly, the more time she spent around Rose and Mary the better.

“Of course! The more the merrier!” Mary grinned. Then she looked to Rose again. “Oh, but… you’re sure you want to come, right?”

Holly had been correct in her assessment of Rose as a phenomenal actress. Because the blonde’s smile looked flawlessly eager.

“I would… love to…” She said through gritted teeth.

“I just don’t get it,” Rose complained. The trio walked through the shopping district on their way back from the bookstore. Holly and Mary had bags stuffed full of new reading material. “What’s so amazing about books?”

“Books are phenomenal!” Mary snapped, glaring at the blonde. While it was difficult to get the sweetheart of an angel upset, when someone succeeded, they better be careful. “By reading a book, a person can learn all sorts of interesting facts!”

“All you picked out were mysteries,” Rose pointed out.

“And because of that, I know quite a bit about the human mind!” Mary bragged. “I’m a bit of an expert, you see. I know all about how people lie and manipulate to further their evil plots. Thanks to all the reading I’ve done, I can see through just about anything.”

“Oh, really? Wow!” Rose gushed, her eyes wide as she pretended to be impressed.

Holly sighed and buried her face in her hand.

“Look, I understand the merits of good storytelling, really, I do,” Rose continued. “But if you ask me, movies are the superior medium for conveying a good story. You can literally SEE everything right in front of you, witness the events scene by scene with your own eyes.”

“That’s so dumb!” Mary blurted out. She gasped and clamped her hands over her mouth, not intending to be so rude. “I-I’m sorry, but… books are an excellent medium for conveying information! The vivid words the authors use to set a scene, describing characters and settings so you can picture them in your head, they just can’t be beat!”

“Oh please, half that stuff is just fluff anyway,” Rose said, waving her hand dismissively. “Come on, going to see a movie is an event! It’s something that bonds people together! Rather than everyone having their own interpretation of things, you can show everyone the same exact scene, and share in the experience together!”

“That… that is a good point,” Mary had to admit. “But there’s also joy that comes from sitting back and consuming something at your own pace, intimately getting to interact with the words on the page! And that’s something that movies can’t do!”

Rose rolled her eyes, too caught up in the argument to bother playing nice anymore. Mary was coming after movies now, and that was a topic she didn’t back down from. “Oh, please!” She sneered. “What kind of loser would sit at home all day reading some dumb story? Only someone completely pathetic would waste their time reading a book or an online story when they could go out into the world on an actual date and watch a movie!”

“Well, what about watching a movie at home, huh?” Mary snapped. “Movie watchers can be losers too!”

The two women glared at each other, neither refusing to back down. Then as if arriving at a mutual understanding, they whirled to the third member of their party.

“Holly! You like books better, right?!”

“Holly, you know movies are the superior medium!”

Both women stared intently at Holly, who was starting to feel the growing fatigue from her lack of sleep last night build up. How the hell did Mary have this much energy when she’d gotten even less sleep than Holly had?!

Still, she had to give an answer. And as much as she wanted to defer to Mary’s point of view, she couldn’t deny the feeling in her heart.

“Um… I like manga most, so…”

Nobody found that contribution to the discussion helpful.

That night, Nick opened the door to a rare sight. Mary in a bad mood. She stormed into the Master’s Suite with a cloud raging over her head, looking like it had been days since she’d last taken a shower.

“I can’t believe that woman!” She huffed, storming into the kitchen. Even when she was upset, she still wanted to show off her wifely talents to her husband-to-be, and got started on cooking him a real meal. “The nerve of her!”

Nick closed the door quietly, having a fairly good idea who Mary was upset at.

“You talking about Rose?” Nick asked warily. He could only imagine what that minx had gotten up to. Judging by her personality, she probably spent the whole day rubbing all the stuff she’d done with him and Dawn in Mary’s face.

He braced himself for her to explode at him next.

“Can you believe she thinks that movies are better than books?!”

…Well, he hadn’t expected THAT.

“Every time there’s an adaptation made of a book, it has LESS content than the movie!” Mary snorted, rolling her eyes. “Can you believe it?! And she ACTUALLY thinks that movies are still better even knowing that!”

“Um…”

“And you know what else?” Mary whirled around and pointed a ladle covered in pasta sauce at him. “If movies are so good? Well, then why wasn’t the Bible recorded in movie form, hmm? God didn’t come down and tell the scholars ‘record my will on this video camera’, no, they wrote it in a BOOK. Argument OVER! Books rule, movies drool! So there!”

Nick didn’t want to point out the MASSIVE holes in Mary’s logic so he just nodded obediently.

Once the firecracker got going, it was hard to put that genie back in the bottle.

“Well, um… I’m sorry she’s giving you such a hard time,” he apologized. “But honestly? I kinda get her side of things, too.”

Oh, nice work Nick. Yeah, she’s definitely going to take that one well. Why don’t you just stick your hand in the boiling spaghetti sauce while you’re at it? He knew the words were a bad idea the moment he said them. But he still couldn’t help himself.

Mary stared at him in shock.

“You like movies better than books?” She looked more betrayed than she did when she cut him off five years ago.

“I didn’t say that!” Nick quickly protested. “All I mean is that movies have their good qualities too. Like ease of viewing. You can just put on a movie and bond together watching it, and you can’t do that with a book.”

“Yes you can!” Mary objected, even knowing that he was right. She was just too stubborn to give up any ground in the argument. “In fact, let’s do it tonight! We’ll read the book together!”

Nick’s eyes instinctively dropped to Mary’s sweater, which her boobs were bulging out of. He could see two serious reasons why that was a bad idea.

Mary followed his gaze, and realized that, in her outrage, she had completely forgotten something very important that she’d been conflicted with for several days at this point. Between last night’s debacle in the hallway and Rose’s needling of her, she had completely forgotten to take Dakota OR Gina up on their offer of a bra.

She dropped her ladle and covered her chest, running into the bathroom.

Nick sighed and went to go make sure her sauce didn’t burn. He had another awkward night ahead. Where Mary was concerned, though, were there any other kinds?

While Mary and Nick dealt with their awkward night in the Master’s Suite (they had eventually compromised with Mary reading the novelization of a mystery movie Nick had picked out) Holly was back in her room, dealing with the ever-growing urges building up inside of her.

Dakota was back now, and if she noticed the feminine odor wafting up from the sheets, she wasn’t saying anything. Holly had washed them three times this morning, but she could still smell all her juices in the fabric.

Well, whether she noticed or not, Holly was grateful she wasn’t saying anything about it. But she’d be more grateful if Dakota decided to stay out all night again. Her next night with the Master was coming at the end of the week, and her libido was getting harder to manage by the day.

Her one saving grace was the fact that Dakota was so out of it from all the drinking she’d done last night that she was still barely conscious. She’d spent most of the day in bed, once Dani had carried her back to it.

Maybe if I’m lucky, I can get in a quickie under the blankets so she won’t notice.

That thought lasted all of two seconds before she dismissed it. She knew what she was like when she got worked up. Where Holly was concerned, there was no such thing as a “quickie”. She might be able to reach orgasm in the time it would take to get her finger all the way inside, but that didn’t mean she could stop herself at just one.

So she kept her hands firmly above the sheets, while her pussy throbbed desperately underneath. It was like agony, but it would have to do.

To pass the time, she decided to do some reading. Not any of the books she’d got at the bookstore, though, not even the erotic one she’d bought when Mary wasn’t looking.

No, she wanted to read something a little more tangible, something that would help her.

So she finally took a look at the BP options she could buy. She hadn’t done so before, because she didn’t want to please Nick. This was more out of curiosity than a genuine intent to buy. Besides, she didn’t have that much BP to begin with.

But one of the options stood out more than any other.

• 10000 BP: Lower a Contestant's libido permanently (Effects stack with multiple purchases.)

It was absurdly expensive. She doubted she’d ever reach 10000 BP before Nick realized her secret. But it was something to aim for. Maybe, if she was lucky, she could reduce her sex drive back down to more manageable levels.

Fighting the urge to play with herself again, she turned the page to see what else there was to distract herself with.

Her eyes bulged out of her skull when she saw the other options she could purchase.

• 100 BP: Belt of Devotion – Contestant Holly will be locked in a Chastity Belt for the remainder of the game. The Master will be given the only key to open the belt. This key cannot be traded, sold, given away, or discarded. (Genital penetration will be impossible while the Chastity Belt is on. Orgasm will be impossible while the Chastity Belt is on.)
• 3000 BP: Alice’s Looking Glass – Contestant Holly will be given a special mirror that will allow her to see what the Master is doing at any time. The mirror will do nothing unless the Master is currently engaging in coitus. (Also provides audio.)
• 7500 BP: Master Key to the Master’s Suite – Contestant Holly will be given a key that will allow her access to and from the Master’s Suite on any occasion. This key cannot be traded, sold, given away, or discarded, and cannot be used to give access to any Contestant other than Contestant Holly. (Unlimited number of uses.)

Holly stared in muted shock at her choices. The fight not to play with herself was quickly becoming a losing battle.