Pot Committed

Sarah

It took Sarah and Ronnie the better part of an hour to find Esmeralda’s shop. The clocks still read early afternoon, but due to the hosts’ manipulations it was still nighttime outside. The mistimed darkness was playing hell with Sarah’s body clock, but the deadline she was under pushed her on. Fortunately, the shopkeepers didn’t seem to mind working in the ‘night,’ and the oil lamps hanging from the walls kept the place light enough to see and browse. But there were a lot of alleys to check, a lot of pestering shopkeepers to give the stiff-arm, and their confused directions and Ronnie’s distant memories only got them so far. The streets didn’t follow any predictable pattern and Sarah wondered if they were just covering the same ground over again.

“I don’t know about this, Ronnie.” Sarah said, “Should we head back to the hotel and… I dunno, try another way?”

“The other way is Michael. Are you ready for that?” Ronnie shrugged.

“No. Not in the least.”

“Well, I’m not any more thrilled about sharing him than you are about being with a man,” Ronnie confessed, “But it’s really damned hard to get ahead in this game unless you do.”

“I’m a fan of solving tomorrow's problems tomorrow. And that’s a tomorrow problem. Getting out of the red is a today problem.”

“Agreed, I’ll keep with you a little longer before I break off to do my shopping. Just consider it as an option.”

“Thanks for the help, but no. I am not considering that.”

The two located the fountain and started working themselves backwards towards the hotel, trying all the nearby alleys as they went. It’s gotta be close to that fountain, Janet isn’t gonna sprint that far. They finally located it down a narrower alley that they must have passed twice without noticing. The heavy wooden door was closed, and the store did not appear to have a sign or other markings to identify it, but somehow Ronnie recognized it anyway. She stopped short as Sarah approached to knock.

“Ok, this is where I get off the ride.” Ronnie said, “Meet you back at the hotel.”

“You’re not coming inside?”

“Hellllll no. That place gave me the creeps the first time. You got this one on your own, girl. Just… be careful what you agree to, ok?” Ronnie headed out of the alley towards the main drag, walking much faster than usual, even in her heels.

Pfft. Like I’m gonna be scared of some underwear. Sarah rapped hard on the door with the bottom of her fist. Nothing happened. She gave it a few harder knocks.

“Esmeralda? Are you open?” She called to the wood, which did not answer. Sarah was about ready to conclude that Ronnie made a mistake and continue the search when she heard someone inside throw a heavy deadbolt. The door swung open slowly. The inside of the shop was pitch black, none of the lamplight from the alley was penetrating the space inside, and there didn’t appear to be anyone at the door itself.

“Hello? I was told you sell things that could help me.” Sarah spoke into the darkness. She stepped inside and fumbled along the wall for a light switch. But before she could locate one, the door slammed behind her, swallowing her up in that void.

But only for a second. Just as suddenly, the light clicked on and a smiling old woman was standing directly before Sarah, dressed in a large stole over a loose dress. Sarah barely resisted the impulse to punch her in the nose. Her nerve had not lasted as long as she’d hoped, and she silently apologized to Ronnie for doubting her about the place.

Easy. Easy. Just an old lady with bad customer service.

“Welcome, Sarah, welcome. When I saw your score on the leaderboard, I thought I might see you soon.” She took Sarah’s elbow and gestured to the array of scandalously dressed mannequins. “Are you ready to catch Master’s eye?”

“I’m not here for those. The others said you might have some other products, other ways to earn points that don’t involve him?”

Esmeralda chuckled. “You’re not the first one to try to find a loophole, Sarah…”

Sarah yanked her arm free of Esmeralda’s hold. “I’m not concerned with them. I’ll find a way. Now do you have anything or not?”

Esmeralda shrugged, then bade Sarah follow. The proprietor seemed to move ephemerally through the cluttered shop, as if she was barely present in the world. Sarah, however, had to turn sideways to slide past the mannequins and had the distinct feeling they were pressing in on her and… grabbing at her?

Good god. Get a grip, girl.

Through the gauntlet, Esmeralda led her through a beaded door and down a flight of stairs to the store’s basement. The basement door had an unsettlingly large lock on the outside, which Esmeralda opened with a key worn on a chain around her neck. Inside there was a small card table with two simple chairs, and Esmeralda gestured for Sarah to take a seat. Shelves lining the walls contained an alarming mix of sex toys Sarah could recognize, items she did not recognize but could guess were sex toys, and others that she desperately hoped were not meant for human use. The old woman pulled a shiny silver tray from a one shelf and began moving around the room, mumbling to herself as she weighed the pros-and-cons of various items before choosing whether to include them.

“Hmmm… She could definitely use this… But would she be able to handle it… Now this might be more her speed… Difficult to control though… Is she strong enough?”

“I can hear you.” Sarah said, but the woman paid her no mind. Had she seen it in a movie, Sarah would have laughed out loud at the over-the-top nature of the decor and this carnival fortune teller act. But Sarah could feel the seriousness of the circumstances even if it wasn’t reflected in the scene. Esmeralda concluded her process and joined Sarah at the table, setting down the tray of items in front of her.

“Woah.” There were several items on the tray, all easily recognizable. Thank god. One was a strap-on with imposing dildos on the inside and outside, both of which had raised symbols Sarah did not recognize.. Olivia and I discussed that, but I couldn’t get past having something inside me. So that one was out. Next to it was a large coil of rope, which ordinarily would not have been a problem but even in the low light Sarah could tell it was moving on its own. Definitely not. Next was a short whip that Sarah immediately pushed to the side. A set of high-heels? Not after what Ronnie is going through. And it looks like they lock at the ankle. A ball-gag connected by a chain to a locking collar. No. And the last? A small vibrator, about the size of a remote control. That seems simple enough. Sarah took it from the tray.

“Ahhh, excellent selection. We call that the ‘Master’s Favor.”

“I don’t really care what it’s called, how does it work?”

Esmeralda looked deeply amused. “Well, you turn it on and hold it against-”

“I know that part! I mean how does it earn points?”

“Well… you turn it on and hold it against-”

“Alright, alright, I get it.” Sarah groaned. She took the vibrator and slipped it into her hoodie before making to leave. Esmeralda’s hand shot across the table and grabbed her wrist with surprising strength, given her old frame.

“I will be taking payment now.” Sarah pulled back, but even with her enhanced flexibility the grip was like iron.

“Payment? This is for the show, you should be paying me.”

“That’s not how this works. Now pay for your purchase or put it back on the tray. Otherwise I’ll have to call security on you, and I don’t think that would be in your best interest.”

Sarah slowly removed the vibrator and placed it back on the tray, and the woman released her grip in turn.

“I don’t have any chips right now… They were all stolen.”

“What a shame.” Esmeralda said without a hint of warmth. “We do have… alternative options… The hotel can issue you a very small loan to cover the cost. But loans must be repaid…”

Sarah actually relaxed when she heard that. A loan? In fake-ass chips from a fake casino? What’s so bad about that?

“Fine, I’ll take it.” Sarah again took the vibrator and again the woman snatched her wrist. “What? I said, I’ll take it. I accept your stupid loan.” Sarah felt a surge of energy pass through the room. The woman let go and gave a wide, toothy smile.

“Thank you for shopping with Esmeralda.” She gestured to the stairs. “I’m sure you can see yourself out. Just remember, interest accrues quickly!”

Sarah casually walked out, feeling like she stole something.

What more could they possibly do?

“What did you do?” Luciana asked as Sarah returned, pointing to the leaderboard. Sarah’s VP score hadn’t changed, but her chips now read -2000.

“I had to take a marker to pay for something. It’s gonna help me get out of the red.”

“Are you sure, girl?” Luciana looked worried. “Getting in debt to the wrong people is bad enough, and that’s just when they’ve got guns. These weirdos have magic.”

“It’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.” Sarah made a show of stretching out. “I need to keep stretching these new joints though and it’s exhausting. I’m gonna catch an early night.” Luciana shrugged and left her to it. The Team Ruby bedroom was empty, and Sarah’s bed was furthest from the door. She switched off the overhead lights, kicked off her shoes and slid under her covers, waiting until she was concealed before removing the small vibrator from her hoodie pocket. Sarah slid out of her jeans and sweatshirt, dropping them to the floor next to her bed.

If I have to do this, I want the cameras to have as little view as possible. Sarah took the small device in her hand, and felt around in the dark until she could find the rocker switch to turn it on. It buzzed pleasantly in her hand. Sarah slid it under the front of her boy short panties and rest it against her clit.

“Mmmmm…” She purred softly, letting her mind wander back to the last time she had been with Olivia. Sarah had intentionally missed their exit and taken the car out to the beach. She found a deserted parking lot overlooking the water, and the two made out in the front seat with the sun setting over the Pacific. Olivia’s hands found their way into Sarah’s pants as they kissed… Sarah felt her climax building, growing closer and closer…

Ding! The vibrator gave a small sound that was muffled by the covers and shut down.

Edge of glory +1

“Oh fucking come on, what kind of batteries does this thing take?” Sarah groaned, pulling the thing out from under the covers. She switched on the bedside lamp to inspect it, but there were no seams or anything visible that needed to be opened. Where would she add them? The end of the device seemed to be longer than she remembered, though. Sarah felt an uncomfortable sensation above her mons pubis, and scratched at it absentmindedly. Forget it. Sarah set it down and took to jilling the old fashioned way, but nothing seemed to happen. It was like her fingers and clitoris could no longer sense each other. Must be desensitized.

Sarah groaned in frustration. The goddamn vibrator wasn’t going to get her off, and her fingers wouldn’t work, so there was nothing to but close her eyes and try to relax, come down off the peak. Remember Olivia’s trick. Imagine the waves, rolling in slowly… Of course, that just reminded Sarah of the very memory she’d just fixated upon, so it was not having the intended effect. Ok, imagine a snowy peak. Freezing breezes through the trees… Sarah’s heart rate slowed, the flush in her cheeks started to recede, and soon she was back to sensibility.

Ok, try this again.

She put the vibrator back in position and resumed. Sarah focused on the details of her memory. The soft feel of Olivia’s hair brushing Sarah’s cheeks, the taste of tea on her lips, the way her scent mingled so beautifully with the sea breeze off the Pacific… Sarah felt as though she was getting closer than before, this time she would go right over that cliff…

Ding! Edge of glory +1

I can’t believe I just sold my soul for this piece of shit. Sarah thought, wanting to huck the bastard against the wall. As she pulled it out, she noticed that it had grown to about two inches, with the end starting to take the rather distinctive shape of a penis. No fucking way. No. Sarah wondered if she could return it, but Sarah’s talking-to-the-manager powers could not have gotten a vibrator refunded in the real world. Let alone a magic one. Gotta keep trying. Sarah closed her eyes, and she was back on the snowy mountain peak. Relax… Relax…

The next time Sarah turned it on, pressing it against her clit had no effect. What? Sarah tried from a couple different positions until the ‘penis’ at the end grazed her outer lips, causing her to jolt in bed. No way, this thing is gonna make me…

It was. The damn thing would not give her any sensations unless she slipped it inside. Fucking damnnit. Sarah slid the vibrating dildo inside herself. Lubrication was not a problem after playing with herself for this long, but the feeling of the micropenis inside her was a sensation she did not appreciate. Just got to get there… Sarah’s fantasy was getting more divorced from her reality, but she doubled down on losing herself in it. Even having to piston herself with the dildo was starting to feel ok, if not her first choice. She just might…

Ding! Edge of glory +1

The truth of the situation was inescapable now. This wretched device was going to keep dragging her to the edge and letting her look, but never letting her drop. And as long as she used it, the longer it took to earn a point. And the longer the little invader gets. Sarah said, mournfully looking at the now nearly 5” phallus extending from the end.

The next time around, Sarah couldn’t fixate on Olivia. The sensation of fucking herself with the dildo just could not square with the memory of Olivia’s delicate fingers. Sarah cast about for another memory more aligned to this and -sadly- there was only one. A terrible, fumbling session with a high school classmate, back when Sarah still thought she might enjoy a man’s touch. But that one time in Joey’s filthy room, with Sarah counting the dreads on his Korn poster while waiting for him to finish? That was it. But it was her fantasy, so maybe she could fix it up a bit. Lose his terrible peach fuzz beard, make his hair a little longer, jaw a little softer…

Ding! Edge of glory +1

“GAHHHHH”

The 7” piece on the end was now longer and thicker than Joey, and therefore the largest thing Sarah had ever inserted into her body. To make things worse, her transformation was making it so that just lying on her back wasn’t comfortable any more. And the discomfort on her lower abdomen was becoming a powerful burning sensation. Just one more lousy fucking point!

Sarah rolled to her side and arched her back farther than she thought possible, using both hands on the dildo to penetrate herself from behind. At this angle the fake cock was dragging back and forth across her g-spot with each thrust. Oh my god, oh my goddddd. Sarah had absolutely no mental frame of reference for this feeling, but it was nowhere as bad as she’d expected. Oh shit I think this time…

Light flooded the room as a half-dressed Danica stormed in. Sarah quickly released the dildo and sat up, covering herself with her blanket. The dildo was continued to buzz away inside of her. Don’t hear it don’t hear it don’t hear it. Wait, when did she get those huge boobs?

“Sorry, nothing to worry about Sarah, go back to sleep.” Danica waved her off and quickly headed into the walk-in closet. She was grumbling to herself about something or other and clearly didn’t spare Sarah a second thought before heading back out.

Gotta start over, damnnit. Sarah contorted herself back into position and back into the fantasy. Back in that awful, pot-smelling bedroom, but this time Sarah was facedown in the bed. She felt hands on her hips, pulling her backwards as Sarah was entered from behind. Olivia’s voice echoed through the room. “Isn’t it easier this way, Sarah? Isn’t this more fun? You just fight everything all the time instead of just relaxing.”

She’s right. She was right the whole time. Sarah thought. She kept thrusting the dildo into herself, harder and harder. Trying desperately to finish what she had started.

“Relax…” Sarah tried. She really, really tried. But the goddamn thing simply, would not, could not get her there.

Ding! Edge of glory +1

Sarah collapsed in a sweaty heap. Done. In one sense. She slid the dildo out and set it on the nightstand, her brain too mashed to worry about who might see it. At least it stopped growing. If she couldn’t cum, she could at least get some sleep. Sarah wrapped herself in a provided robe and headed to the showers to douse herself in cold water. She took a casual look at the leaderboard and sighed in relief to see herself at a 0. At least that was worth something. Fortunately, no one else seemed to care that her score had changed, or at least they were too polite to bring it up.

The showers were empty, and she slipped under the cold water to let it douse the flames in her body. She finally thought to look down at the burning sensation she’d been trying to ignore, and saw markings on her skin.

What the fuck? Sarah stepped over to the mirror and looked at herself. Reading it backwards was difficult, but tattooed above her pubic hair was the phrase TANTUM DOMINUS.

Dominus… Master… The realization hit her like a brick. The dildo had stopped growing… because it was shaped like Michael.