New Realities

Unlike before, Yuki doesn't talk with the girls or sit with them in view. Instead, she briefly leaves the room, all of them watching her as she goes. Ben looks at each of the women in front of him, deciding what he should do. First, his hands go to his pants laying around his ankles from when Callie had fellated him, but it is like they are made of lead when he tries to cover himself. Then, on trying to walk to Callie to wake her, he finds his legs are similarly leaden. He can do nothing but stand there, exposed and useless, his cock hard as he looks at his harem laid out before him, bound. Increasingly, that is the refrain of his life, bound to appear powerful, but lacking any such power.

Although... "Callie, wake up." His voice is still his own, an oversight or a bauble given out of pity, he cannot be sure. The girl doesn't stir, doesn't move an inch, her eyes still glassy. Ben is really starting to worry.

Yuki comes back, her step peppy and her cheeks revealing an even brighter hue. "Welcome back to Harem Hotel. I know our audience is really excited to see what happens to our contestants. And our contestants will find that their perspectives will shift, some quite drastically. To help illustrate this, let's have our Master help with their transformations. Ben, if you could please step up to Yua, we can begin."

It is not a request. Ben feels his legs move forward, dragging his pants along the ground around his ankles. His cock, already hard, only grows harder as he approaches the bound Asian woman. He stops when he is about a foot from her.

Yuki leans on the divider between desks, like some demon ready to pounce upon the bound victim. "Well Yua, you had three prospective perspectives your life could've shifted to. Your very worldview was at stake, my dear, and I must say, they didn't care to follow your request. No, as I think you will find is quite common, they chose the Japanese option. You're about to become the paragon of Japanese beauty, the Yamato Nadeshiko."

Yua looks down, before raising her eyes to meet Yuki. "I... There is nothing I can do at this point. Do what you will. Just know that somewhere, deep inside, I'll be fighting you to the end."

Yuki smiles. "Aw, still playing the hero even from beyond? I think you're more love interest material." Her ice cold hand locks around Yua's jaw, as she points her view up toward Goshujin-sama. "Now… graceful, submissive, soft-spoken, humble." Each word falls like an axe. As Ben watches, Yua blinks and it is like the hardness, the resistance that was in her form softens.

"So what do you think now, my little rebel?" Yuki lets go of Yua's face, and she looks down again. Not in anger, like last time, but in deference. "I... I give up. Maybe my father was right. Maybe... maybe, I should be this way. A steward for my company until my husband arrives. And Goshujin-sama... he is smart, ambitious. Maybe... maybe it's for the best."

"Aw, and look at that, I think you are feeling something else too." Yuki's hand reaches down, rubbing Yua's pussy, stretching her fingers as she leaves to show the wetness on them for the camera. "Hmm, yes, quite broken indeed. You might be screaming inside, but I’m laughing out here. Trapped behind doe eyes, a fitting fate. You could say this tsundere turned into a dandere. I'm sure you'll enjoy what the latter half of this competition will entail. Nice and submissive, your little pussy eager for your Goshujin-sama’s o-chinpo (cock). And your night to prove your submission to your Goshujin-sama is coming soon. Now, my little flower, your time in the spotlight is over. Or maybe, a new spotlight is just waiting for you to take your place. Now that you have the proper perspective."

Ben feels his legs move again, this time without Yuki's urging, until he is above Maricela. The woman looks away, but then she looks at Ben. "Please, I know. Please, don't take advantage of me when I'm like that. I can tell, they're going to change me, please, even if I offer... Please don't take me. Don’t take me from them. Diego my husband, Mateo my son, I will do anything that won’t break my marriage vows. I love them, please…"

Yuki's hand clamps Maricela's jaw shut. "Now, now, enough. Though you are right, it was Every Mommy Needs a Daddy that won, and quite handily. Let go of your old husband, he’s the past, a defective model. Now, look up into the eyes of your new young, virile husband, your new Daddy to be. His hard cock ready to claim you... That's a role fit for you, over your HR position, the little housewife, ready to take care of your husband when he comes home."

Ben watches her eyes, for really it feels like his gaze is **** into them, as Maricela’s eyes turn from pleading to a more relaxed look. As Yuki lets go of Maricela's jaw, she continues to look at Ben. At Daddy, before her eyes move down, focusing on Ben's cock, hard. Needy. "Daddy, I see that you’re horny. Is that because of me? I love that you find my body sexy. I'd offer to service you with my mouth, but I don't think you can reach it. My vagina is open and I'm wet, so if you need, it would be ok if you..." Yuki places her hand over Maricela's mouth again. "Yeah, I think you get the idea, audience. But there will be time for that tonight, we still have 5 girls to go through. Can't have Ben flaccid for over half the girls. We want him dominating their vision."

His awkward gait like a chained prisoner, Ben moves from the housewife Maricela to the girl who shocked everyone last round when she seemed to give up. Ashley looks at Ben without Yuki needing to grab her. To which Yuki offers praise. "Very good. If you had started the game this active, maybe you wouldn't have gotten yourself into so much trouble." The subtext is clear to Ashley. Maybe you wouldn't have ended up in our little deal with the devil.

"Now Ben, let's watch our little slut Ashley get her punishment. Although, I will say, this one is a bit hard to show the audience." Ashley moans. "Ben!" Her eyes look into his, as Ashley’s arousal grows to match Ben’s. "See, a bit boring, although it is another change in perspective. Supply and Demand is sort of hard to show when we have a wet Ashley and a hard Ben, but now Ashley will find that she is horny whenever Ben gets it on with another girl in the harem or with her. But with Ashley having experienced our little game and Ben having fucked Callie's mouth, I could make a comment about how this port is fully stocked, no price shocks here, but I think nobody wants to hear about Ben's inflated cock." And then, Yuki leaves, not used to comedy, and Ashley relaxes as Ben hobbles away as well.

"Now, from one basically invisible change to a very visible one." Yuki grabs the top of Emma's head, making her look at Ben with terrified eyes, but also allowing the audience to see as her hair gathers, before two hair scrunchies appear out of nowhere. "Now, Handlebars has won. Although I must apologize, I used the word pigtails in the description, when I'm sure our audience knows them by another name, twin tails. On that part, I most humbly apologize to you, audience." She lowers her head, the most deference anybody has ever seen from Yuki in this season. For not using the term common in anime. This slightly sarcastic show over, her sadistic energy returns in full ****, her true focus in all of this. "But enough of that little unfortunate slip of the tongue. This isn't merely a hair change after all." And with that, Yuki grabs one of the new twin tails.

Emma's eyes are drawn to look at Ben's cock, her pupils slightly distending. "Now, now, remember audience, this doesn't compel her to give oral or other sexual favors. It merely causes her to focus on it. Like a person and a watch, it'll become the center of her attention, mesmerizing, unable to focus on anything else.” As if to demonstrate, she turns the women’s head in her hands, Emma's eyes following like there was no other option.

Yuki speaks a bit slower, as she lolls Emma’s head back and forth. “No cute begging like Maricela the housewife slut. Although, when she does get used to Ben, chances are that she will want to handle her attention on his hard cock in a more proactive manner. She could always cover it with something, I’m sure." Yuki smiles, her grin just a bit too wide..As she releases Emma’s hair, Emma again tries to hide her face from Ben.

Wendy also looks at Ben, at her Master. She doesn't so much as glance at Yuki. Yuki cups her chin in thought. "Now, I sort of feel like I should use my veto here. That's right, I can veto any change, choosing another..." She strokes her chin, broadcasting it for the audience. "People started by choosing Good Girl, which might only serve to increase your rebellious streak, getting the attention that you so desire from your Master and being rewarded for it. You're already so devoted to your Master after all, it’s your lack of a relationship with the other girls that is the problem. So many people voted for Good Girl, that it looked like there would be no way to catch up to it. But then, Shadowing, the option that I think would help you to understand your fellow other harem members, started to gain and eventually tied. I sort of hoped that you would tie, as I go by the old-school rules, you get a tie, you get both, just like our BoB predecessors.” Yuki uses the letters, not mentioning Bimbo or Billionaire by name. “Although I also tend to throw in a bonus, due to just how rare it is. But then, well, the last few votes broke the tie."

Yuki's hand rubs along Wendy's head. Wendy strains against her bonds, but she never stops looking at Master. Yuki continues her taunting, "What to do, what to do?" Her finger taps Wendy’s cheek. "Eh, I very rarely veto, only when there is a very clear mistake or some obvious manipulation in the vote. So I think that I'll just go with Good Girl. And as for your little rebellion..." Yuki pats Wendy's head like a child. "Well, the drama needs to come from somewhere, now that Yua is a little yellow doormat. Now!" Yuki raises her hand, as if holding a baton.

"Good girl." Ben says this, his body performing to Yuki's command. Wendy moans. "Good girl." She moans again, her eyes leaving Ben's as she crumples in on herself to the extent her bonds allow. "Good girl, good girl." Wendy is insensible as her body draws tighter and tighter. "Good girl." And with that, Wendy squirts in orgasm, her body falling to the desk as her body is racked with incredible sensations. She looks like she is on the verge of passing out as she moans out like a wanton slut in heat.

"Now, as to its strength, well, that's my decision, no ifs ands or buts. I think 5 in a row to get to a full orgasm, that seems fair to me, yes it does. So have fun with your Master, little ****. And, well, you might just end up with much worse if you don't change your tune and start dancing to the audience's whims." Or mine, the intention clear in the room as Wendy gasps and pants.

"Now, onto Monica. To me, you pretty much won in my book. I mean, you want to serve Ben, and I think that this change helps you get there. Opening Another Line won." Monica looks up at Ben, the slightest smile crossing her lips. Ben, for all of his horror, can't feel mad at her for that. After seeing all of this trauma, is it bad to smile when you are safe from them?

And then, Ben feels hands wrapped around him, and tears falling on his back. He looks down, only to see Monica's hands wrapped around him. "I'm sorry, I know how much this hurts for you. But I'm happy, I truly am." The Monica from behind him weeps, her face against his skin. Of course, that would be my second choice for her, wouldn't it? First is somebody who is at peace with their safety, the second feels guilty that they alone are safe. Man, I have issues.

"It's true. I can't see the others from where I am, but I know what’s happening to them, I feel bad about it. But I also am happy, happy that you are here with me. We can make it through this. I want you to know that I'm happy to be here, happy to be your girlfriend." Monica says this, her happy self trying to cheer Ben up, even as the one behind continues to cry in despair.

"Awww, so touching. Although I do have an issue with one word, but I'll let that pass for now." Yuki’s expression has just the slightest hint of sourness to it. The word is girlfriend. The desired word is ****. But Yuki waves, and the second Monica disappears, the only sign of her existence are the wet tears on Ben's back.

Ben shuffles to the final desk, where Callie lays ****, her glassy eyes open. "And now, our two winners! We've come to the end of our little transformation round, 8 perspectives changed, 8 new realities to explore. I think I'll have both of you go together. Again, I must go into the polling. I told you, audience, that if an option won more than 50%, then it would get much stronger. I thought that you would realize that unlike most other Harem Hotel shows running, I value you being able to see your votes in real time. I feel like quite a few of you should've gone to the results first and made an informed decision. Oh well, c'est la vie. So, unfortunately, no strong option. Still, I can make it work."

"Now, Prince Charming, if you could give our Sleeping Beauty a kiss?" Ben walks forward, closer than he has been to any of them. His hard cock rubs against the skin of Callie's stomach as he leans forward, his lips finding hers. He finds himself giving a deep french kiss as compared to the expected peck on the lips. A kiss deserving of submission, one that speaks of a life of submission. A kiss like a vampires, a Vampire's Kiss.

"Now, tell her to wake up." The kiss breaks, and with a Voice of Authority, Ben speaks. "Wake up, Callie." "Yes sir." Callie's eyes unglaze, as she looks up at Ben, confused, but ultimately smiling as she sees him above her, his form completely filling her gaze. He is her world, and this look, like he is about to take her in the missionary position, her dream. Ben lingers there, unsure whether he should say anything. His face a few inches from Callie's, his cock on her stomach.

And then Yuki snaps her fingers, and Ben's world dissolves into sensation. Callie feels Ben's cock ejaculate onto her stomach, as she feels a slight wave of pleasure cross over her. All of the girls feel it, except for Ashley. She shakes in her bonds, a tsunami of horniness running to her, leaving her wet and needy with only the slightest pleasure from it, a ruined orgasm.

"Your second change was Good for the Gander. And as a bonus, well, I think one of our contestants found a hidden little perk. Good job, audience, excellent work."