Michael

Michael waited as the timer ticked down, his eyes flitting back and forth between the contestants and the staff bobbing in the pool below them. My girls look terrified but the staff looks so excited, are we all going to end up like them? Michael wondered. The last few times he’d had to sit here and just wait for the hammer to fall had all been horrific, of course. But the renovations to his room, the increasing stakes of the game, and the seemingly far bleaker transformations being laid out presaged a darker turn for the entire show.

“Cheer up, Michael.” Ruby said softly, suddenly appearing next to him and giving him a squeeze on the shoulder. “Remember, this is all for your benefit.”

“And you remember, this is not what I want. I’ve been telling you that since the day you took me.”

“That’s one thing you’ve said, Michael.” Ruby batted aside his weak protest. “But that’s not all. I recall only a few hours ago, you gathered the women to reveal how attractive you found them?”

“That was to balance the game,” Michael said. “To keep them from being eliminated. I am trying to get all my girls out of here.”

Ruby smirked. “Is that so?” She sidelong glanced at Al, who had his back turned to them to watch the results filtering in on their wall-of-water projector setup. Then she leaned in very close to whisper in his ear. “You said it yourself, Michael. At some point or another, you’ve wanted to have sex with each and every one of these women. Then you drew them a map right into your trousers.” Her voice was breathless, a passable Marilyn Monroe impression only enhanced by the feel of her breasts gently resting on his shoulder. Michael tried to convince himself that his growing arousal was just due to Ruby’s proximity, and not her words. “I’m not supposed to tell you what our audience says, but… for the sake of the show I’ll tell you. They want a man at the head of the harem, Michael. They want someone who will own their desires. You took the first step with that meeting, and it was a big one. Now own it. Own them.”

Michael wanted to shoot something back at her, something quippy that would show he wasn’t some meat puppet they could toy with for whatever qualified as ‘ratings’ for this operation. But, it would have been transparently false given the erection plainly visible to all, and she was back in her hosting spot before he could think of anything good anyway.

I’ll never give her the satisfaction, but… Michael was cranked up and he couldn’t deny it. He had, in fact, taken these women on a tour of his erotic headspace, and the flow of the show hadn’t given him an opportunity to relieve that pressure. Did they time the challenge for that reason?

Michael couldn’t ponder that for long, as the Staff cheered to announce the timer reaching 0 and the close of the vote.

“Thanks again to all our voters!” Al said to the ‘cameras.’ “The polls are now closed, unlike the legs around here!”

“Does it feel a little different to you this time, Al?” Ruby bantered.

“Yes it does, Rubes. There’s an electricity to the air this time around. Once you get this far into the season, things start to get real serious… and so much more fun, baby!”

“Then let’s not leave the audience waiting!” Ruby said. “Al, if you’d do the honors.”

“Why thank you,” he said with surprising grace, then feigned a bow that utterly lacked that grace. “First one up is Rhonda!”

Ronnie clenched her shoulders for a second, building up her resolve, then she joined the hosts at the center of the stage. Michael took a second to drink her in. I need to do that for all of them. Michael thought. Fix themselves in my memory. I can’t forget who they were. None of Rhonda’s proposed transformations would have affected that body, which was just as smooth and gorgeous as the day she’d been taken. The harem hotel babydoll shirt and shirt skirt she’d been **** to buy for lack of any clothes were not ones he’d want to commit to memory, but the more comfortable 3 inch heels befitting her spot on the scoreboard were effectively showing off her toned legs. She flashed him a look, whipping her curly hair back. She gave an almost imperceptible nod, an ‘It’s going to be ok’ gesture.

Al said, “Those of you who are long time fans might remember Rhonda from the various roles she’s played across all our seasons! Apparently you wanted those back because Fits Like An Old Coat won with 44% of the vote!”

Ronnie closed her eyes and Michael could see her shoulders tense.

“I have to pretend to be those hos again?” Ronnie asked.

“Those hos were you, you the ho.” Al said.

“Those were personalities you stamped on my brain, just like these poor fuckers.” Ronnie gestured to the staff in the pool, who clapped and cheered automatically despite what she’d said.

“You can call those hos back when you like, Rhonda.” Al said. “But the bad comes with the good, and I’m sure Michael and the audience will love seeing how that plays out.” Al pulled out a long sheet of paper and held it out for Ronnie to read. “Got your CV right here, baby. I think we’ll want a demonstration of those skills to start. How about… that one.” Al said, pointing to a line. The paper dissolved in Ronnie’s hand, replaced by… a microphone.

“Hello ladies and germs, I’m Dirty Ronnie, your entertainment for the evening.” Ronnie said, with a wink to the cameras.

“The singer?” Michael asked.

“Worse.” Ruby said, with dread in her voice. “A comedian.”

Ronnie whipped around and faced Michael. “So you’re the master of this season, right? Usually they keep your room stocked to the brim with Viagra, but unfortunately the shipment got stolen this time around. True story. The cops are on the look out for two hardened criminals!”

“Oh god…” Michael said, hiding his face.

“I thought you said this would make her good at things?” Sarah asked.

“The Producers have an unorthodox sense of humor.” Ruby said.

“Just like Sarah has an unorthodox sense of fashion, am I right?” Ronnie pointed to the nude woman, bound to a chair.

“Help! She’s coming right for me!” Sarah said, leaning back as far away from the jokes as she could get.

“By the end of the season the Master’s usually naked all day too. It’s helpful because then he can carry two cups of coffee and enough donuts for the whole harem!” Somewhere, from the depths of hell, came the ba dum tiss of a rimshot.

“MAKE HER STOP! PLEASE!” Sarah was thrashing against the ropes now as Ronnie bore down on her, wearing a slasher smile born of a bottomless well of bad jokes.

“Luciana, if you would please.” Ruby gestured to Luciana. The latina leapt from her chair and grabbed Ronnie around the midsection, pulling her to the floor. “As you can probably guess, Luciana here has earned A Ten Count, with a vote share of 51.4%. Luciana, if you could be so kind as to order Ronnie back to herself please.”

Luciana pulled herself around the squirming Ronnie and managed to straddle her midsection and put her weight down on Ronnie’s shoulders, pinning her to the stage. It was dark out and Michael appreciated that Luciana’s feminine curves were on full display. She wasn’t any stronger than the others in this form, but she was still well-trained and was able to shift and move her weight to keep Ronnie from bucking her off. Michael felt eyes upon him, and realized with a start that several of the others were watching him as he watched this spectacle play out. He crossed his legs in a futile attempt to conceal his arousal, but the damage was done.

Al slid in next to the pair, and began slapping the ground.

“One! Two!-”

“I got some lovely melons hanging here!” Ronnie said, playfully batting Luciana’s breasts. “Shout out to Jake and crew: What did the hurricane say to the coconut tree?”

“Luciana cover her mouth!” Sarah begged, but too late.

“Hold on to your nuts, this ain’t no ordinary blow job!” Ronnie managed to blurt out before Luciana could finish her pin.

“Nine! Ten!” Al said, and as soon as the tenth was counted off, Ronnie relaxed and her eyes went unfocused.

“Go back to normal.” Luciana said, her voice suddenly taking on an unnatural sound that reminded everyone unnervingly of Mallory’s little incident. Ronnie blinked and looked around in a bit of confusion. Which rapidly became embarrassment when she realized she was pinned under Luciana.

“Ok I’m not using that one again,” Ronnie promised as Luciana climbed off and helped her up.

“You may wanna try ‘Blowjob Instructor.’” Al offered. “That one was a hit.”

Ronnie hustled back to her seat and strenuously avoided eye contact with Michael. Luciana slowly walked back to her own seat, giving each of the women a long, pointed ‘Try me’ look.

“Speaking of jobs around the resort, it’s Sarah’s turn!” Ruby said. She clapped her hands, cleared her throat, and launched into a prepared speech. “Ms. Henderson, the audience has carefully reviewed your qualifications, and sorted through all the potential applicants-”

“Other applicants? Hire them then!” Sarah said, and the ropes squeezed her against the chair in response. She tried to continue complaining, but Gropy wrapped around her head and across her mouth, gagging Sarah and reducing her to angry stares and frustrated grunts. And then Gropy began to slowly pull across Sarah’s lips, which made her shudder in involuntary pleasure.

“Thank you,” Ruby said. Gropy swung around Sarah’s right ear, went rigid, and tapped the end of her eyebrow as if mocking a salute. “As I was saying, the audience has thoroughly evaluated your assets-” Pervy swatted the side of Sarah’s buttcheek, drawing a growl. “-and you have been awarded a position with Esmeralda! Multi-Level Marketing won with 44% of the vote!”

Sarah grunted until Gropy relented and let her speak. “I just got out of debt!”

“Yes, but then you wrecked our sign.” Ruby shrugged.

“Oh come ON!” Sarah complained again, until Gropy ended that quickly. Janet quickly looked away and tried to make herself small.

Esmeralda made her way up onto the stage platform, still wearing her creepy fortune teller outfit, and with a smile she gently and patronizingly patted Sarah on the head.

“Your shift starts at 10 tomorrow, don’t be late!” Esmeralda stepped right past Sarah and to the edge of the platform. The staff quickly pushed away and made room for her to step off, but rather than splash into the water of the pool below, it was like it simply opened up to accept her and she disappeared from view.

“Can’t she just quit?” Luciana asked.

“Does this place strike you as an ‘at will’ employer?” Al asked, and that shut Luciana up immediately.

“What a good segue into our next winner - Michael, get on up here!” Ruby said.

Michael joined her reluctantly, only to avoid the spectacle of being dragged.

“Remember what I said,” Ruby whispered. “Own it. Own them.” She winked and stepped back so Al could announce.

“Mikey, how are you feeling? First time up here yourself, ready to face the audience's judgment?

“I’m relieved the options were all beneficial at least, I won’t deny that’s a relief.” Michael said. “Why can’t all the TFs be like that?”

“It encourages all the babes to give it their all,” Al said. “But you’re the master, if you want to get them beneficial TFs, I’m sure we could work something out.” Al smirked. Michael looked at the women briefly and saw a chorus of them shaking their heads, none more furiously than Ronnie.

“Let’s just stick to mine today.” Michael said.

“Straight to it, my man!” Al said, slapping Michael’s back. “Be honest, you wanted the dick one, didn’t you?”

“I’m pretty happy with mine already.”

“Your dick is good,” Ruby said “but it can be better!”

“So that’s the one that won?” Michael asked. He couldn’t help but notice some of his girls perking up.

“Actually, no.” Al said, cackling. “But this was an intense vote, three of the options spent days tied or jumping each other.”

“Except yours, Al.” Ruby added.

“Yeah well, the masses are asses.” Al said. “But as the masses wrote this one, it worked out. The winner is Demanding Boss with 36% of the vote!” The staff cheered uproariously as their TF was selected. Al stepped to the edge and began pointing out to the crowd. “And as a reward for it, we’re giving each and every one of you - a fifteen minute break!” The Staff exploded even louder and began surging for the edges of the pool. Suddenly, they all stopped. “Not NOW, you idiots! Not while we’re filming!” Al said, calling them all back into their positions. The Staff bobbed back into the center, a little more subdued now.

“Wait, so how does this work?” Michael said.

“Simple,” Ruby stepped up next to him, holding out her hand to all the women. “All your orders matter now, no matter how small. If they would have earned points for doing it, then they earn even more points.”

“So bangin’ one of these fine ladies is worth more, you following?”

“Only if I order them to do it.” Michael groaned. “Oh lord…”

“All this moaning about wanting to keep ‘your girls’ from being eliminated,” Al said. “And we just gave you the path. And all you gotta do is be the big dick energy Master that we know you can.”

“It doesn’t **** them though.” Michael said. “...right?”

“No,” Ruby said. “But-”

“There’s always a goddamned ‘But.’”

“But, if you give an order and they don’t follow it. They lose points. No matter what that order is.” Ruby said.

“So when you tell one of these girls to make you a sandwich, you’d better mean it.” Al said. “Try it out. Vivian’s up next, so bring her up here.”

“Are you serious right now? Why are you like this?” Michael demanded of Al.

Al gasped and looked offended for a moment, but he couldn’t quash the smile on his face enough to sell it.

“No better way to be, baby. Besides, the bitch’s got a magic leash now, I think we’re beyond worrying about giving her orders.”

“Ugh.” Michael groaned. “Vivian, could you please join us?”

“That is not how a Master talks, baby! Project! From the balls!”

“Will you let this go? Fuck.” Michael locked eyes with Vivian. “Vivian, come here.” Vivian looked around as if waiting for a cue.

“I don’t feel anything.” She said. Indeed nothing seemed unusual, no magic dragged her from her seat. There was a long pause as everyone waited for something to happen.

“Ok, I’ll try it again.” Michael said. “Vivian, come here now.”

Vivian still didn’t move. “Am I supposed to… or?”

Defied Master -2
Defined Master Twice -4

Michael saw her VP total drop on the poolside scoreboard.

“Wait, what the fuck?” Michael demanded. “Now she’s below 0!”

“Aw shucks, and if she’s not positive by the end of the transformations then she gets eliminated.” Al said covering his mouth in ‘shock’ “Oops.”

“Michael!” Sarah said. “You dug her in this hole, you get her out!”

“Yes please, I’d very much like that.” Vivian added in her understated way.

Goddamn it! Goddamn it! She needs points right now but we’ve already been so sexual, what’s even left? Michael was hit with inspiration, and stood up taller.

“Vivian, come here and bow at my feet.” He said. Shit, would that be enough? “...Kiss my shoe.” He hastily added, putting his right foot forward.

Michael had been around strong women his whole life, and had reaped the benefits - and the risks - as a result. He expected a cutting remark, an eye roll, an accusation… But not to see Vivian Knight slide to her hands and knees at his feet, and plant a deep kiss on the toe of his shoe. She left a prominent lipstick ring on it, but when she looked up at him from all fours, he was so fucking aroused he didn’t care.

Supplication before the Master +1 (DB: +2)
Total Supplication +3

“I think he’s gonna like that one,” Al said to Ruby, behind Michael’s back. Ruby didn’t say anything in response, but the lack of a riposte suggested her agreement.

Vivian, seeing herself back in the positive, rose to her feet and began dusting off her knees.

“Don’t be too hasty, Vivian.” Ruby said. “Your winner, with 41% of the vote, was Falling in Love is So Hard on the Knees.” As Ruby snapped her finger, Vivian’s leg’s dropped out from under her as Ronnie’s would without her heels, and she landed hard on all fours.

“The audience is really gonna do this dog thing, aren’t they.” Vivian hissed.

“Are you surprised? I called you a bitch a minute ago.” Al said. “That’s what we in the industry call foreshadowing.”

Vivian turned to crawl back to her seat, but Ruby cleared her throat. “You don’t have permission to sit there.” Ruby said icily. “The stage belongs to the hosts.”

“Come on,” Michael said, picking up her leash. As he did so, she was able to rise to her feet again and follow him, looking warily down at her legs as if worried they might betray her again. Michael sat down in the Master’s armchair and patted his lap for Vivian to sit on it. He was rock hard from this display, but at this point it was impossible to hide and pointless to try. Vivian started to sit on his leg, but gave him a look. Without asking, she twisted and curled up in his lap, pulling her legs and arms under her. “Is that more comfortable now?” Michael asked.

“You know, for some reason, it is.” Vivian said, her voice suffused with contentment. Michael, lacking anywhere else to put them, rest his hands on her back. His hand slid a little lower on her backside than was strictly necessary, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Let’s move on to our challenge winner, Mallory!” Al said. Mallory approached like she was walking to her doom. “Why the long face, Mallory? You get a boon this round!”

“None of those feel like rewards…” Mallory whimpered.

“Ah that’s just perspective.” Al waved away like he was shooing out an animal. “Nothing to worry about. Especially since the audience rallied behind your choice most of all! With 63.9% of the vote - damn near a sweep by Harem Hotel standards - it’s Round the Bases and Home!”

Her face was crestfallen. “Just… with those two?” Mallory’s eyes darted back and forth like she couldn’t decide which was worse, and settled on ‘both.’

“Again, perspective. Here’s an orgasm if, let’s say, Sarah gave it to you.”

“Hold on a minute-” Sarah interjected, before the rope could gag her.

“It’s just a demonstration!” Al shook his head like he couldn’t believe anyone would complain. “Here.” He tapped Mallory’s shoulder, and she shuddered softly. Like a small breeze had run up her back.

“That’s not so bad-”

“Here’s one if you rode Janet’s face all over again.” Al said, tapping her once more.

“Woah! Holy fuuuuuaauauuaahgghhhhh!” Mallory dropped to her knees and convulsed furiously, to the point that Danica jumped up to cradle her. “Fuuuu— ufuuuu- fuuuuuu!” Mallory’s climax babble was completely incoherent.

“Praise him!” Al slapped his hands and held them up to the sky. “The holy spirit is with this girl now!”

Mallory’s head lolled back and her tongue hung from her mouth, which was plastered with an idiotic smile. A trail of drool fell from the corner of her mouth.

“That is disgusting!” Danica glared.

“Well, Danica, your feelings on that are about to get a lot more complicated.” Ruby said. “With 56.9%, you’ve earned Mommy’s Little Slut.”

“W-w-what?” Danica stammered. “How could that one win? It was written by a…fucking ghost or something?”

“The fans liked it, and the fans get what they like.” Ruby said. She snapped her fingers and a staff member came running from the hotel proper. He sprinted across the pool deck and up to Ruby on the stage, and produced a small card. He was panting and trying to catch his breath, but when Ruby waved him off he was **** to sprint back inside with just as much haste.

Ruby slipped the card to Danica, it was emblazoned on the outside with a large “HAPPY FATHER’S DAY.” Danica opened it with trembling fingers. Inside, the card was blank but for a small polaroid taped there. It was Mallory, from her date with Michael, her eyes wide and wild at the exact moment that he caught her with her lips around his dick.

“Ok, that is even more disgusting!” Danica said.

“If you think so, throw it away.” Ruby said. “Tear the photo into shreds.”

Danica held it out in front of her with two trembling hands… but they couldn’t do it. The more she stared at the vile photo, the more her face contorted in repulsion. And the more her cheeks flushed with heat.

“Danica, don’t look at it!” Ronnie yelled, but Danica could not tear her eyes away. The tremble in her hands began to fade, but her internal turmoil continued to rage.

Michael gently slid Vivian off his lap and took the photo from Danica.

“I’ll tear it.”

“NO!” Danica screamed, and then covered her mouth and curled up in shame. She sobbed softly on the ground, still clutching the Mallory who was slowly returning to coherence. Unsure whether it was a good idea, Michael slipped the photo in his pocket. Neither even noticed as Ruby used her powers to slit up the side of Danica’s pants and mark her with her own X to match Vivian’s.

“Michael, I think you’ll wanna sit down for this last one.” Al gestured, and Michael did so, Vivian sliding back into place on his lap.

Janet didn’t need to be called to know it was her turn. She stood in the center of the stage, trying not to notice Danica helping Mallory back to her seat. If she felt guilty about her transformation turning Mallory into a drooling mess, she didn’t show it on her face.

“Last but absolutely not least,” Al pronounced. “Janet earned 44.4% of the vote for America’s Sweetheart.”

“Then how did I do on the poll?” Janet demanded.

“Calm down, Red. We’re getting there.” Al turned to the others. “This is Janet’s transformation but it's retroactive, so it affects all of yas.”

“What is a retroactive transformation?” Luciana asked.

“Your memories will tell you it was always that way.” Ruby added. “There might be some inconsistencies, but we advise people not to think about it too hard.”

“What. Was. My. Score?” Janet insisted.

“Damn,” Al whistled. “A whole new woman.” He waved his hand and the transformations shown on the wall-of-water disappeared, replaced by the results of the Best Girl vote:

1. Janet - 3.87 (279 chips)
2. Luciana - 3.69 (266 chips)
3. Vivian - 3.65 (263 chips)
4. Sarah - 3.33 (240 chips)
5. Ronnie - 3.29 (237 chips)
6. Danica - 3.04 (219 chips)
7. Mallory - 2.80 (202 chips)

And just for fun: Michael - 3.13

Michael’s heart dropped a little at those results. Thankfully Vivian seems to have climbed from her pit… but Mallory’s still in it with Danica not far behind. But his mind couldn’t stray far from the winner. Al took a long inhale from his cigar and blew a cloud of smoke that completely enveloped and concealed Janet. When it dissipated…

“Oh… Ohhhh my…” Michael mumbled, dumbstruck at the goddess made flesh standing on the stage before him. It was as if time slowed to a stop, and all the lights everywhere in the casino - indeed everywhere in the world - blinked off to leave only a spotlight on… her. Her red hair seemed to float weightlessly on the air, framing a face that looked to be carved by angels. Soft cheeks he wanted to cup in his hands, the better to kiss her sexy lips. Her body, so young and so… perfect. Every curve just right to drive a man utterly wild.

Janet looked down at herself, utterly confused.

“I look exactly the same.”

“Ask them about it.” Al said, gesturing to the rest. Janet gasped when she saw how the others were eyeing her up. “**** and retroactive…” He added. “Though not instant, in a few moments they should be able to process what they’re seeing.” Al gave a side eye to the recovering Mallory, “Some faster than others.”

Michael was grateful to have Vivian in his lap, all the better to conceal his hand sneaking behind her to touch his now-growing-painful erection. She’s too gorgeous to walk this world alone. Michael thought. Wait… That’s not right… Is it? Michael scanned the faces of his harem to see if he was alone in this belief… and he absolutely was not. Ronnie and Luciana were keeping their cool… somehow. They’ve only known her a few days, Michael thought. They haven’t been tempted for years like me. Mallory and Danica, however, were floored. Danica’s lip was twitching and she was clutching Mallory close, and the latter looked as though she’d seen a ghost. Well, another ghost.

Michael’s brain had lost control of the situation, he had to kiss her. Now. No matter the consequences. He started to rise again, wondering if he should drop to a knee, but she spoke first, to the hosts.

“So, Michael and I… did stuff now?” Janet asked. “I don’t feel anything.”

“That will happen later,” Ruby smiled. “We wanted that to be a special moment for you two, alone.”

That reminder was enough to snap Michael out of it, at least temporarily. He found himself already on his feet, having covered a step towards Janet without even realizing he was doing so. That’s right. Later. Not here in front of everyone, get goddamn control of yourself! Michael ran his hand through his hair and stepped back, away from the siren that haunted this pool deck.

“Are we done here?” Michael asked, trying to play it cool.

“That’s all the transformations, yes.” Ruby said, seeing right through it.

“Good, I’d like to speak to you both.” Michael said to the hosts, both of whom took on a curious expression at this.

“Michael!” Ronnie said, shaking her head furiously. “Whatever you’re about to do…”

“I can handle it, Ronnie.” He said firmly. “Ronnie, take Vivian back up to the common room.” He held out the leash for Ronnie to take. Her eyes were full of protest… but it was an order and that came with penalties now. Ronnie obeyed. “The rest of you, go up as well.” He looked at all the others, and despite their own misgivings, they weren’t about to lose points over this either. Sarah’s ropes loosened up so she could join them, but she whispered a small “Careful…” to Michael as she passed.

Michael waited as they left, not missing the opportunity to watch them leave. His interest was obvious on his face and in his pants. Ruby let the wall of water collapse and dismissed the Staff to their own duties. After a moment, the three were alone and the pool was eerily quiet.

“Ooooh, he called another meeting. You gonna tell us about your sexual fantasies too, Mikey?” Al taunted. Michael ignored his bait.

“I have some questions that need answering.”

“We do have to keep some secrets, Michael.” Ruby said. “We can’t all be an open book like you.”

“It’s fair to say we’re closer to the end than the beginning, right?” Michael said. Neither host answered. “Be that way then. But at the end, I choose the winner, right?”

“Yes, Mikey. That much we can tell you.”

“Hence the Joker thing. You were priming me for it.”

“Practice makes perfect.” Ruby winked.

“Then tell me about the points. How do they matter if I’m making the final decision?”

“Now he’s asking the right questions.” Al nodded approvingly. “We wipe the girls from the world when they come here, right?”

“Yes, like you did to Ronnie.” Michael snarled.

“And everyone else, Mikey. Nothing personal, just business.”

It felt pretty fucking personal! Michael thought, but since Al was being forthcoming finally, he didn’t want to interrupt.

“The girls must reach 100 points,” Ruby joined “in order to get their life back.”

“As much of their life as you’re willing to give ‘em” Al added.

“Meaning what? If they don’t get there, they just… never existed?”

“Only as part of your harem.” Ruby said. “Take Danica. Unless she gets her pretty and… now rather generous behind over the bar, that’s all she’ll be. No more Dr. Clark. Just Danica.”

“Unless I pick her as Queen.”

“Correct. You can drag a girl over the finish line yourself.”

“But only if she ain’t eliminated first.” Al interjected.

“Great. So I somehow have to get everyone over 100 points and then pick whichever girl loses the last challenge?” Michael rubbed the bridge of his nose. The only real way I have to hand out points is through sex. So much sex.

“Being the Master has its perks, but it has its challenges too, Mikey.”

“I encourage you to try, Master Michael,” Ruby said, “it will be a very difficult needle to thread, but an engaged Master always plays well with the audience. Remember, you can shift things to a degree but ultimately the audience will have their say as well.”

“Clearly.” Michael recalled them debasing the women he cared for one after another. And for what? “I’m not eager to dance to their tune, but they are playing it. If that’s what it takes to save my girls, I’ll do it.”

Al rubbed his hands together gleefully. “I love this moment! The time when our guy opens his eyes, realizes we kicked him into a barrel of tits, and just starts sucking.”

“When this is over, can I please never ever remember you existed?”

“If your Queen wishes for it, surely.” Ruby said.

“I’ll talk to the women about that, it shouldn’t be a hard sell.” Michael internally debated whether he should ask, but he was already in so deep tonight, why the hell not? “One last thing, you’ve been calling me Master since I got here, got the Staff doing it too.”

“Puts you in the right frame of mind.” Al explained.

“No, it really doesn’t. I gave it some thought after my talk with Sarah, and the title doesn’t really work for me.”

“Oh?”

“Call me… Boss.”