Plans Going Awry

Zachary waited in his suite for Heather to arrive. When he had gotten back to his room, the monitors had turned themselves back on. He saw that Xin and Piper were in separate parts of the library. Melinda was looking through the store. Lynn went to swim for a while in the massive pool. These monitors he turned off immediately. The last two monitors showed the same thing, though. Caroline and Heather talking animatedly to one another. He considered listening in for a minute but ultimately decided to turn off the final two monitors as well.

Now he simply waited, going over the plan that Lynn had helped him come up with.

Some time later, there was a gentle knock at the door. Zach begrudgingly went and opened it to find Heather on the other side, defiantly glaring at him. Zach said, “You’re here earlier than I thought you would be. Figured you would put off coming as long as possible.”

“I had to come now. Apparently, I have to make dinner for the two of us.” Heather said through gritted teeth as she strode in, seeing the luxurious suite Zachary had, and quickly found the kitchen, where she started making dinner. Heather was glad that Zachary didn’t follow her into the kitchen, as he had been right. She didn’t want to deal with him any more than he wanted to interact with her.

Heather never really liked cooking before. She could, of course, but she just didn’t care for it, primarily because her parents simply assumed she should be doing that for her husband every night. I guess I will be cooking for him now. Heather’s hand trembled as she put a pot of water on the stove, setting it to boil. Don’t cry. Don’t start crying. She continued to work on dinner, spaghetti and meatballs, with garlic bread and a roasted vegetable blend as a side. As she continued to work on the dinner, she started to feel oddly content and satisfied.

Then she realized why she felt that way, and nearly threw the pot of noodles across the room in frustration, but she just couldn’t manage to ruin the dinner she had worked on making for Zach. Damnit! Is this it now? My purpose? No, I’ll find a way free of this. First step is try to get Zach to give me a chance.

Heather plated the food and brought it out to the dining room table. Zachary had considered stubbornly refusing to eat Heather’s food, but he was hungry and figured that Delilah would be a bitch about it if he refused. As they both sat down, a pair of lit candles appeared on the table, and the lighting in the room dimmed. To top off the annoyance, ‘Can You Feel The Love Tonight’ started playing. That pushed Zach too far, and he threw his phone into the speaker system as hard as he could, having found out the phones were pretty much indestructible earlier that day. The speaker system slowly died as the song petered out.

Heather had removed the candles from the table as well. When they both sat down again, the lighting had returned to normal. The two ate in silence for a time. Heather could tell that while Zach very much did not enjoy the company, he did enjoy the meal. She was happy about that and then pissed because she knew that it was her transformation instilling that happiness for a job well done. It was to a lesser degree, but she realized getting rid of the candles had also caused a similar feeling in her.

As dinner was finishing up, Heather tried to start a conversation. “Zachary, could we—”

“Talk? No. I’ve already considered how to deal with this situation, so no, we won’t be talking. What’s going to happen is you are going to shut up and listen. You aren’t going to say anything to me unless I give you permission first or I ask you a direct question. Do I make myself clear?”

“And if I refuse?”

“I’ll simply order you to follow that rule. Now, do I make myself clear?”

Heather grimaced but nodded.

“Good. I’m sure you thought up some plan to hopefully win me back. I’m telling you right now that is never happening. The only reason I’m not keeping you on semi-permanent mute, and I do mean the only one, is that there are people you care about that I actually like as people, and they don’t deserve to be put in this situation. So, if you want me to give you a chance, I’ll give you one, but it is on my terms, not yours.” Heather raised her hand. “What is it?”

“So, you expect me to simply accept being your ****? Not really a tempting offer.”

“Heather, I want you to understand something. You broke my heart and threw away what we had. I owe you nothing anymore. Not my time, not my sympathy. Like I said, I don’t really want you in my life at all anymore. So here is what’s going to happen. I’m going to make sure you get just enough points not get eliminated, hopefully even if you take last in the challenge. In exchange, you will do what I tell you to do—”

“Fuck off, Zachary. I don’t care what that demon said, I’m not your nubile **** girl to do with as you please.”

“Strike one. That rule about speaking, I’m ordering you to follow it for the next twenty-four hours.” Heather felt it hit her, and as she tried to shout in outrage, nothing came out of her mouth. “Now, lucky you, you actually get four strikes tonight. Now, as I was saying before, you rudely interrupted me, you will do what I tell you to do, because if you refuse to do it of your own volition, one of two things will happen. I’ll simply command you to do it, or if I only have one command left, I’ll order you to go to your room and stay there. I don’t know for sure how long my orders can last, but based on the fact that I normally get one a day for each of you, I’m guessing it is twenty-four hours.” Heather paled thinking about having to spend an entire day trapped in her current room.

“Not to mention, I’m quite certain I could make your life even more miserable, as the one in control of your finances, which includes your assets. I’m sure that Delilah would be more than happy to buy your clothes for some BP. Especially since you can’t buy replacement clothes without my permission. Also, what Delilah didn’t mention last night is that any transformation that doesn’t roll over to the next vote is available for purchase in the BP store.” Heather started to tremble with fear. “Good. I’m glad you realize the situation you are in and that you aren’t the one in control. Now, I don’t actually see things going that far because, as I said, you aren’t worth my time anymore, and I’m not going to be telling you to do ridiculous things for me. I’m permitting you to speak for the next five minutes.” Zachary then sat in silence, waiting to see if Heather would say something.

It took more than a minute for her to collect her thoughts. “You’re… you’re really just going to treat me like a ****? Like, I’m not even a person? I know what I did was wrong. I know I hurt you. But… isn’t there some way we could try to salvage something of what we had?”

“You know, I was happy with our marriage. I enjoyed our life together. I realized that something was wrong, and I was trying to figure out what it was. I had intended for us to have a weekend trip and directly ask you about it. That’s why I was home early that day. I wanted to surprise you, and instead I found you having sex with Xin in our bed. I had been trying to repair our relationship then, while you were pissing on it. So no, I won’t be trying to salvage our past relationship anymore.”

“As for treating you like you’re a ****… I’d like nothing more than to simply be rid of you from my life, but I can’t be. You can’t work a job, so you will be contributing, just as your transformation says. You’ll be cooking, cleaning, and taking care of my needs. In exchange, I’ll be making sure your basic needs are taken care of, and you’ll have some funds to do with as you please. You’ll be free to do what you want otherwise. Honestly, the label is really up to you, but I’m not simply going to take care of you, because now I’m the only one who can. I’m also not going to try and actively make your life miserable unless you become a problem for me to deal with.”

Heather’s shoulders slumped. What do I do? I had come here prepared to offer a lot. I knew I would have to, but… this… this is too much. “I… Zach… please. Please reconsider. I’m not asking for things to go back to the way they were, but you even said it yourself, I made you happy. I could… I could try to do that again.”

“Hmmm… I’ll tell you what, I can command you to be unable to lie to me. This would mean you have less leeway to refuse my orders for the rest of the night. Then I’ll question you about some things. If I’m satisfied with the answers, though I doubt I will be, I’ll consider letting you have a chance at something more than being a live-in servant. What will it be?”

“Yes. Please. I… I don’t have anything else left.”

Zach nodded, “Heather, you are not to lie to me, deceive me, or evade my questions, including by remaining silent. Now tell me, did you know Xin was one of my students?”

Heather hung her head in shame, “Yes, I did.”

“Why did you sleep with her?”

“I… It’s complicated, but resentment. Towards my parents, you, Lynn, myself. I wanted to lash out and make people hurt because I was hurting.”

“Your parents, I understand. They are judgmental pricks about quite a few things. What did I do to deserve that? And what does Lynn have to do with this?”

“You? Heh, nothing. You didn’t deserve that. Why do you think I didn’t really fight over stuff in the divorce? Because I knew what I had thrown away. I became resentful of you being more successful than me. Not because I didn’t want you to succeed, but because of my parents and, to a lesser degree, my siblings. Pretty much as soon as you finished your degree, they started nagging me about when I would quit my job and when we would have kids. As for Lynn… she would needle me constantly about those things too. She has always disliked me, you realize that, right? I think it’s because I was with you. She piled on, saying things like it only makes sense that I would be the one to stay home with the kids, since you made more money than me. The cost of daycare would be high. It felt like everything she said to me was a deliberate stab at my insecurities.”

Zach seemed dissatisfied with her explanation. “Right, because this is Lynn’s fault?” He said sarcastically.

“No. I had to answer your question, Zach. You asked what Lynn had to do with it. That’s what it was. She was almost worse than my parents, because of how she went about it. Ultimately, it’s my fault, even if there were other factors. Please, Zachary, it was the lowest point in my entire life, I’m sorry.” Heather couldn’t control herself anymore and started to cry.

Zachary sat there and stared at the woman he once loved, and while he knew she still looked beautiful physically, he simply had no attraction to her anymore. Shortly, she managed to regain control of herself. Fucking hell. Lynn was right. Even taking control of things, she’s making me feel sorry for her. “Heather,” Zach started, and as he said her name, it felt like he was about to deliver a verdict from a trial. “I won’t stop you from trying to salvage something, but I want you to understand, it is completely on you to make this work again, and it won’t be like before. I can promise you that. Now, I’m tired and want to be done. So here’s what’s going to happen. First, you are going to strip out of all of your clothes, including your underwear, as you need points, and that will get you a good chunk of them. You are going to remain naked for the rest of the night. Then you are going to clean up the dishes and the broken speakers. Afterwards, you have one job: make sure my drink remains full while I read over some things before going to bed, but otherwise, you are to make yourself scarce. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Zach.” Heather bit her lip in hesitation, but saw Zachary staring at her, waiting for her to comply with his order. Am I going to do this? Do I really have a choice? He said he’d **** me to comply if I didn’t. Then again, it could be a test to see if I’m really willing to do what it takes to make things work. He’s also right, I do need the points. Heather nervously stood and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She kicked off her shoes and then slid her skirt down. He just keeps staring at me. I would be happy if he continued to look at me if his expression weren’t so stern. She removed her shirt and then her bra. She didn’t think making a show of this would be wise at the moment. If I’m naked, he might be planning on trying something. That’s a good sign. Maybe I can survive this after all. Finally, she slid her panties and pantyhose down and then picked up the pile of her clothes, folded them instinctively, and placed them on the foot of the bed. She covered her breast and slightly turned away from Zach, but had noticed that he wasn’t looking at her anymore. Instead, he had gotten up, walked over to the console, grabbed the tablet there, then returned to the table. I guess I have some more cleaning to do. As he perused something on the tablet, Heather started clearing the table.

Zachary internally breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god. I half expected to have to **** her to do at least one more thing. Lynn is right, though, if I threaten to do something, I have to follow through here. She needs to understand she’s lost control. I’m actually surprised Lynn would say that Heather could have a place with me if she accepted her new role properly. I don’t know that I agree, especially since that was likely Lynn’s own transformation, pushing her to find a place for Heather. Zachary spent the rest of the evening reading over each of the transformations people received, trying to commit them to memory and understand them better. Piper’s was the hardest, as there were just so many things he could spend the points on for her. Not to mention that it wasn’t clear exactly where the line on physical changes was, which would also affect Caroline. As his mind lingered on Caroline, his mind kept coming back to the image of Heather and her talking to one another.

Eventually, he couldn’t help himself and turned to Heather, who had been doing as requested so far. She was currently sitting on the bed, still naked. Every time his glass had gotten half empty, she had refilled it and then gone back to her spot. Deliberately sitting behind him since she couldn’t actually leave. “Heather, I’ve been thinking about something I saw on the monitors when I came back earlier. What were you and Caroline discussing earlier?”

“Various methods that I might use to try and win you back, that wouldn’t just be me begging and groveling at your feet. We came up with a plan for this evening, not that it survived initial contact.”

“So she’s helping you? Why?”

“Yes, she is. As for why… I think she’s a kind person who genuinely would like to help others. That isn’t the only reason, though. She’s worried. About you.” Heather covered up her breasts and crossed her legs, seeing Zachary staring at her again. “That you’re going to become a monster because of the power you have over us. Her first concern is Piper’s wellbeing, and that’s truly why she’s offering to help me. She views me as a danger to Piper, and helping me is, in her mind, the best, if not the only way to mitigate that danger.”

“Why does she view you as a danger, and how does helping you alleviate that danger?”

“It isn’t me exactly, but rather what I represent. She’s worried you’ll start to **** the commands against me and get a taste for this newfound power you have and will use it against Piper. Also, that my betrayal might make you inclined to **** Piper’s loyalty towards you. She’s hoping that we could reconcile someday, mostly out of selfish reasons.”

“The first concern I can at least understand. She’s worried I’ll become a monster since I’ve been given incredible power. The second one is ridiculous.”

Heather raised an eyebrow to effectively say ‘really?’ since she couldn’t actually speak.

“Yes, it is ridiculous. Caroline doesn’t know me that well, which might be why she thinks that, but I would have thought you would know me better. Then again, I never thought for a second that you would cheat on me until I saw it with my own eyes. I guess I don’t know you as well as I thought I did, either, because I think I’m going to lose a bet with Lynn.”

Heather tilted her head in confusion.

“Lynn figured you would cave before I had to use all four commands on you, as long as I told you what I planned for your last command. I thought you would be spending the day tomorrow in your room.” Heather raised a hand for permission to speak, while making sure to cover her breasts as best she could. “Go ahead.”

“Would… would you really have **** me to stay in that horrible place?”

“Yes. Let me make this clear, Heather. I’m not tolerating shit from you. If you had more BP, I’d seriously consider having you buy the Cheater’s Never Proser TF. Knowing why you threw away our relationship actually makes me loathe you more. Now, I plan on going to bed soon. I’m going to give you a choice: would you like a chance to earn some more VP before we go to bed, or not? Yes or no. I’m not explaining myself, beyond the fact you likely won’t enjoy it, but I can’t think of anything else that will earn you points that I’m currently willing to do with you.”

Heather hesitated for a moment and looked at the scoreboard that was displayed on the other side of the room, above the monitors currently turned off.

Lynn 22 VP 5000 BP
Heather 5 VP 1000 BP
Xin 2 VP 5900 BP
Melinda 2 VP 2800BP
Caroline 0 VP 4000 BP
Piper 0 VP 2000 BP

I only have 5 VP. I’m willing to bet I can lose VP in challenges, meaning I need more. Fuck. “Yes, please.”

“Then stand up and bend over, placing your hands on the wall over there.”

Heather hesitated, realizing what was coming. I guess I don’t really have a choice now. I’m willing to bet he will **** me to if I refuse. Heather compiled, assuming the position Zachary had instructed her to.

“Keep your eyes on the wall.” Heather could hear Zach walk away from her, opening the closet door. A minute later, he returned. “Now, I think you know what is coming. I expect you to thank me for giving a cheating skank like you a chance at all. You have permission to speak for the next five minutes.” Zachary smacked her ass hard with the riding crop he had retrieved from the closet.

Heather bit her lip at the stinging sensation on her ass, determined not to cry out or shed tears. FUCK!

Not hearing anything from Heather. Zachary reached out and pulled back on her long black ponytail. “Don’t you have something to say?”

God damnit, what happened to you, Zachary? You were never like this before. “Thank you. Thank you for giving me a chance.”

“Try again, that’s not what I want to hear from you.” Another switch with the crop.

Heather nearly cried out from that, but composed herself. “Thank you, Zachary. Thank you for giving a cheating skank like me a chance to prove myself to you again.”

“Hmm… Better, but I think we both know you could show more sincerity in accepting your position.”

Another swing of the crop caused Heather to let out a muffled cry. Damnit, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Accepting my position? Of fuck no. I’m not saying that. I’m not his ****, and he is not my master. “I’m sorry, Zachary. I really am.” (SMACK).

“I don’t want to hear apologies!” (SMACK).

Heather finally couldn’t stifle her own voice and let out a cry of pain, “AAAHH!” Her whole body was trembling. I won’t give him the satisfaction of giving up. “Thank you, Zachary. May I have another?” (SMACK)! Heather began panting from the pain. “Thank you… huh huh, may I…. huh huh… have another?” (SMACK)! Heather’s knees buckled, and she fell to her knees, her ass landing on her heels, causing her another jolt of pain, and she keeled over. Despite not being able to stand, she refused to give up. “Thank… you. May I have another?”

“There she is, I thought it was odd, you were giving in so easily. I wondered when you would push back.” Heather glared at Zachary through wet eyes. She might not have been able to keep herself from crying out, but she had stopped herself from actually crying tears.

+1 VP Spanked and spanked good, you little bitch.
+2 Willingly **** yourself (to your rightful place) for the Master’s Pleasure (First x2)

Zachary bent over and picked her up off the floor. He wasn’t gentle about it, but he also wasn’t deliberately rough either. He moved her onto the bed. “I’ve got one more thing I think will earn you some points. That way, I don’t have to see you for the rest of the round.” Zachary dropped something on the bed to Heather’s side. “Put that on yourself.”

Heather turned to look at what it was, finding a metal contraption of some kind. Then she noticed the dildo on it. What the heck is this? He expects me to put this thing inside of me? Is that a lock? OH Hell no. Heather shook her head, her time to speak having already run out.

“I thought I made myself clear earlier.”

Heather looked at the device and hesitated. Should I comply now to build some trust? Damnit, damnit, damnit!

Heather picked up the device and, with a resigned sigh, started sliding up the chastity belt, slowly inserting the dildo into her crotch, and locked the device around her hips. That was when something odd happened with it. It seemed to shrink to fit her snuggly, not giving her any wiggle room to adjust the position of the dildo inside her.

+1 VP Locked in Chastity, you dirty cheating slut. (x2 First)
+1 VP Willing give Master Control of your pleasure, since a skank like you can’t be trusted. (x2 First)

“Good, I figured you would get more points if you did it willingly. Also, yes, I intend to leave that on you for the rest of the round. Don’t worry, though, it’ll only vibrate when I want it to.” Zachary went and got changed and climbed into bed. He turned to face away from Heather, making it clear he was done with her for the night.

Heather quivered as she slowly got under the covers. Is this my life now? A toy to be used and locked away when he isn’t interested? What happened to him, though? He was never like this before. Is this because of our breakup? Did I do this to him? As hard as she tried to prevent them, tears started to fall onto her pillow as she lay there until he passed out from exhaustion.

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Caroline and Melinda had returned to their shared room a bit before curfew. They both found it incredibly cramped by design. Caroline was seated on a chair that required her to rest her breasts on the desk to really fit. Caroline tried to make some small talk to break the ice. “So, you’re a nurse and an archer?”

“Nurse, yes. Archer? Not much anymore. Compared to the average person, though, yeah, it isn’t exactly something that you completely forget how to do after years of practice. Are you still a professor?”

“Yes.” Caroline nodded. “I got tenure not too long ago. I see you got some more outfits.”

Melinda nodded. “Considering the bed, I figured I would need to or end up on your shit list.”

“What do you mean? Where is the bed? Also, why would you getting more outfits or not, make me upset with you?” Caroline looked around and didn’t actually see the bed, but figured that was because Melinda was blocking her view of the rest of the narrow room.

Melinda stood up from the other desk she had been sitting on, instead of using the provided chair, and with the side of her fist bumped the back wall. A sleeping pod emerged from the wall. “This is why. This is the only bed. It also automatically retracts after a time, locking whoever is on it in there until after a set time. If I only had this one outfit, pretty sure it would start getting pretty ripe in that confined space after a night or two.”

“How are we even supposed to fit in that tiny thing?”

“Pressed together obviously. The name of the room isn’t subtle — The Press.”

“But what about air? We’ll run out given its size.”

Melinda shook her head, sighing. “No. It has airflow even while closed.”

“Well, I guess we are just going to have to get comfortable pressed up against one another.”

“Indeed.”

“Are you planning on wearing that to bed, though?” Caroline asked about the nurse costume Melinda had bought.

“Yes. Otherwise, you’ll start groping me. Then again, maybe I should just wear normal PJs to bed and let you. Lynn at least thinks I should get used to that.”

“Don’t listen to her. I don’t like or trust her. The way her expression changes at the drop of a hat when Zachary isn’t looking bothers me. Then there’s the fact she’s supposed to be curating us now. While I’m skeptical of anything that comes out of Delilah’s mouth, I find it odd that she made a point of explaining what I did wrong when I was genuinely unsure what she was talking about, but she didn’t actually say what it was that Lynn did to Zachary, despite her clearly implying that Lynn is an obsessive stalker.”

Melinda nodded. “She definitely gives off yandere vibes, that’s for sure.”

Caroline tilted her head in confusion, not knowing the term. “I’ve heard Piper use that term before. What does it mean?”

“There are different types of deres with that part of the word meaning love. Yan means sick. In anime and games, yanderes love a character and aren’t afraid to show it. It isn’t a problem as long as nothing threatens her love. To be clear, that doesn’t mean Zachary in this case, but specifically threatens her love for him. Especially if that threat comes from Zachary himself. Obsessive stalker isn’t far off. I don’t remember all the specific archetypes, as I haven’t really been into anime since college.”

“Do you think she could become violent?”

“I don’t know for sure, but even if not physically violent, I’m sure she is willing to destroy us if we become a problem for Zachary. Xin told me while the three of us were shopping, and Lynn was in the changing room, that Lynn told her she wouldn’t even care if Heather would get eliminated, except that it would bring on someone to replace her, someone who she believes wouldn’t deserve this sort of punishment.”

“Nobody deserves this sort of punishment.”

Melinda looked away, ashamed. “I don’t know. When I heard Zachary had been living with lifelong pain, I felt like I deserved to be punished. Even with the pain gone now, I still feel like I deserve to be punished.”

“I’m not going to argue against that. What you did definitely crossed a line, and I don’t think you should simply get to walk away scot-free. That isn’t the same thing as saying you deserve to have your personhood stripped from you and **** to serve the man you wronged.”

“True, but—”

“No buts! No one deserves to be here, not even Heather. Apologize to him, and do some things to make it up to him, but don’t for one second believe you deserve to be here.”

“Okay. What do you think about my outfits? Do you think I should just accept being groped and catcalled?”

“Hmmm… I guess the question is, what are you comfortable with, and who you are going to be around. I don’t see the harm if you plan to be alone, to simply wear what feels comfortable.”

“What about going to bed? Would it bother you if I slept in PJs or naked?”

“Naked, yes. PJs… I don’t like the idea of groping you involuntarily, but it’s up to you. If I can help you get used to it so you can do that with Zachary, then fine.”

Melinda sighed and started changing into silk pajamas. “I’m going to take Lynn’s advice. She has a point that it will cause Zachary to get physical with me, which should give me some leeway. Might as well see how bad it gets now. Coming to bed soon?”

“I think I’ll shower first, but then come.”

“I would recommend not doing that here. Everything is cramped, including the shower. It doesn’t really have room to even rotate in the shower. I would recommend using the shower in the gym or pool instead.”

“Heather said the same thing.”

“That’s no surprise.” Melinda saw Caroline’s eyes flicker towards the door. “Worried about Piper across the hall?”

“Yes, wouldn’t you be if it were someone you cared about over there?”

Melinda nodded, “It does not look pleasant.”

“Well, if the shower is uncomfortable here, I can wait until morning. Let me get changed, and we can get to sleep.”

Both women in silk pajamas climbed into the pod. Melinda asked, “Back to back, facing each other, or spooning?”

“Back to back, I think.” They lay there waiting for the pod to close. Just before it closed, something came over Caroline, and she turned around, “Hey there, sexy.” As the pod closed on them, Caroline’s arm snaked under Melinda’s neck, reaching around so she could squeeze her breasts, while her other arm slid between Melinda’s thighs and squeezed her crotch once. “Are you looking for a good time, because we've got all night together.”

Shit! Hopefully, it won’t be too bad. Judging by the hand on Melinda’s crotch sliding up under her top to grope her other breast, she doubted that would be the case.

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Xin couldn’t believe what she was about to do. She knew she didn’t have a choice. She could feel Zachary’s command, but she was trying to figure out a way to make it so she wouldn’t be a quivering mess the following day. Then Lynn walked into the bedroom. Shit, I should have done this earlier before she got back. I guess I can go into the shower.

“Hi Xin. Any idea where Jeeves is?”

“No. He wasn’t here when I got back. He might only be here in the morning. Um… Lynn… would you mind if…”

“If you take the bathroom to masturbate to the thought of Zachary and me doing something incredibly raunchy?”

Xin went scarlet and felt her arousal increase from the embarrassment. “You… you heard that?”

“Zach isn’t really a quiet whisperer.” Lynn walked over to Xin, who was currently on the bed resting against the headboard. Lynn got on the bed and slowly crawled on top of Xin, bringing her face really close to Xin’s. Lynn tilted her head from side to side.

“Umm… Lynn? Why are you so close?”

“Hmm? Oh, I was just thinking you’re sort of cute. I’m not particularly into women, but I’m sure Zach has had a fantasy or two for a threesome. Just thinking about whether I would mind kissing you for him. I don’t think I would. As for your question, sure, go ahead. You can use the bed for all I care. I want to let you know you don’t have to go overboard here, but if you do decide to, I’ll let you play for me before going to bed, and I’ll get some release after.”

“Lynn, he commanded me to do this. I can literally feel a compulsion to obey. I don’t know if he meant to or not—”

“He did, sort of? At least subconsciously. He also told me that he left you wiggle room. So don’t be an idiot and make yourself a horny mess. Or do, but know this.” Lynn grabbed Xin’s blazer, pulling her within an inch of her face. “If you try to have sex with Zachary before me, we are going to have a major problem. Comprende?” Xin nodded vigorously. “Good, now would you like me to narrate what I did or just go into the bathroom and make something up for yourself?” Lynn said with a grin.

Xin actually debated that for a little while and ran off into the bathroom. Leaving Lynn thinking, Oh yeah, she’s going to be so fun to tease and mould into the most fun toy to tease. All for Zach.

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Piper had returned to the tentacle pits mere moments before the curfew at Heather’s warning. Opening the door, she saw the writhing mass of tentacles that could be mistaken for a carpet. She stepped inside, and the tentacles nearby elongated and rose to caress her legs partway up the thighs.

Piper definitely thought the sensation was weird, though not actually unpleasant. Now, was she cheating a bit? Maybe, but she didn’t think so. She had a resource available to her that Heather didn’t. She wasn’t to blame for that. I will need to thank Heather for the warning, though, otherwise I might not have thought about this.

Piper had stopped by the pool after being told that the lockers there had their clothes. She was hoping and had been pleased to see that all of her cosplay outfits were in the locker. Well, almost all of them. Really, only the sexy ones, but like ninety-nine percent of cosplay for women ended up being sexy ones, so essentially all of them. Piper didn’t buy cosplays off the shelf; she made her own. Which included several thick rubber bodysuits. She looked down at her legs and definitely saw that the tentacles were leaving some sort of fluid on the suit.

“Yeah, definitely glad I went and got this suit. Wait.. will these things mess with my face?” Piper experimented by leaning her head towards the wall of the room, tentacles extended out, trying to touch her hair and neck, but left her face alone. “So not my face. Definitely everywhere else, though. Probably so, I don’t risk putting one in my mouth by accident.” Piper went and grabbed the rubber hood that made putting on wigs much simpler. She then saw herself in the mirror. “Well, shit. Without everything else for this outfit, I look like a pervert. At least the touching isn’t too bad.” Piper was tired from all the reading today and decided to simply try to get some sleep. Climbing into bed, she practically sank into the mattress. She found out why a second later. Of course, it’s made of tentacles too. She quickly found herself embraced by tentacles wrapped around her whole body. Massaging her muscles all over. I’ll have to see if I can get Heather a suit like this that fits her, because this actually feels rather good. Oh yeah, right there mister tentacle that knot in my back has been frustrating me for days.

She lay there enjoying herself for quite some time. The tentacles seemed to be getting lewder and lewder the longer she lay there. She wasn’t restrained to the point that she couldn’t get up with effort, but it did require significant effort to unwrap the tentacles to get up. She swatted away the tentacles from her breasts, but quickly found that doing that not only took quite a lot of work but also made the tentacles more actively focus on her breasts. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine it was simply a full-body massage. The oddest full-body massage ever, but not a gross, disgusting, slimy mass of tentacles. As she closed her eyes, things changed. The tentacles gripped her firmer and moved less. Oh, good, they’ll let me sleep in relative peace.

She could not have been more wrong, as she felt something slimy slither across her skin, inside of her suit.