A White Elephant Never Forgets [Challenge] (non-canon)

Ben walked alone through the deserted hallways. Yua had gone on ahead of him, wanting to dress in something more reasonable than the yukata she wore last night, in case the challenge had some other element to it. And frankly, Ben understood her reticence…

I mean, it couldn’t just be a gift exchange right? That wasn’t how Yuki worked, not even close. She was a bombastic sadist that put spectacle above any other trait. A quiet group meeting where they exchanged gifts was not in the cards, not unless Yuki had to save energy for tomorrow.

Ben shuddered. Tomorrow. A girl would be eliminated tomorrow. No, a coworker would be eliminated. No, a girl. He had tried to come to terms with it, he’d promised Maricela and Yua. They were his, and if they were his, they were “his girls.”

But back to the matter at hand, Yuki would probably have some twist today. There always was a twist. And as Ben entered the room where the challenge was to take place he knew that there was certainly some aspect to the challenge he couldn’t foresee.

Yuki had left a note under his door this morning. It had told him the location of today’s meeting was a place he had already been, and at the time, Ben had shuddered. It was the collection, the place where he, Callie, and Ashley had their impromptu orgy only a few days earlier. But as he stepped into the room now, gone were the dusty suits of armor and swords. Instead there is a large Christmas tree on the opposite side of the room. No, now the displays are on the sides of the room. In a way…

As Ben walks in, he looks to see that there are three glass globes along each of the side walls. They are empty, with bronze bottoms cutting the globe before they formed the full sphere. And on each bottom is a name. Monica, Callie, and Ashley on one side, Yua, Emma, and Maricela on the other. And as Ben turned back, he saw two more globes, one adorned with Wendy and the other with Marika’s names. They look for all the world like oversized snow globes, large enough to fit people inside. They’d be ridiculous, laughable. But Ben knows that Yuki is the one to get the last laugh.

Callie, Monica, Ashley, Wendy, and Emma are already there, standing on a mat on the floor, each clutching their gifts in their hands. Each of them look nervous, the globes clearly spooking them just as much as Ben. Callie looks at Ben, moving to meet him, but then all in attendance are shocked.

A loud yawn sounds from behind the tree. Yuki walks out from behind the tree like there is a hidden door, though from the position the girls are in, they can see she walked through the wall like a ghost. “Ohayou, minnasan. (Good morning, everyone.) God, I’m tired, and I feel a bit cranky. It’s really draining, messing with the fundamental laws of space and time. My producers had to put out a few fires behind the scenes. But don’t worry, I didn’t get in trouble. My contract has certain ironclad guarantees, and one of them is the freedom to control the timetable of my show. Although it did cause a severe production delay while we got all of the cards back in order.”

She looks at the confused faces of the assembled cast, except for Ben, who places his head in his hands. Yuki for her part, seems to gain energy again as she surveys them. “Oh good, you’re here already. I know I had to give out the invitations last minute, but I didn’t really know what beautiful locale to set this little show in. The kitchen, for a nice roaring fire? The lobby, because we haven’t used it in a while? No, I felt this place was more suitable. Because you’re all about to learn the value of history.”

“And there’s our blushing little bride now, come in, come in, you don’t want to leave your Goshujin-sama waiting now do you?” Yua is standing in the doorway, clearly afraid to enter in her soft fluffy jacket. “You had a wonderful night with your Goshujin-sama! Well, that was a while ago though. Now, now, come in, join us. And you, Master Ben, on the other side, we need to get started in earnest.”

As Yua and Ben felt ghostly hands on their backs, pushing them into places, Yuki places a finger on her chin. “Hmm, we’re missing two people. Maricela and Marika. God, we have too many Ms here. Not that I consider that a problem.” Yuki slaps her knee, like she just made a joke. She looks up, only to see the look of confusion on everyone’s faces, everyone except for Yua, who facepalms. “Wait, do Americans not call submissives Ms? Well, that’s embarrassing.”

Yuki’s hand makes a slight gesture, her hand moving counter-clockwise, Yua and Ben move back a few steps, before moving forward again on their paths. Yuki, unperturbed, merely repeats her line. “I see we’re missing Maricela and Marika. Well, let’s get them here, neither means to be late, so I won’t punish them.”

Yuki claps, and Maricela falls from a space about eye level, hitting the floor ass first. “Jesus Christ!” Maricela is in a bathrobe, her hair recently washed. “No, but I am just as powerful,” Yuki says by way of response. “I can’t have you moping in the mirror forever. My production schedule is fucked as is. I told the producers when I took this gig that I could complete a season in two weeks. It’s more of a bet you see, to prove I’m one of the best. And I don’t care how sad you feel that you finally banged Emma, I feel like that was coming forever and ever.”

Maricela’s robe seems to lift, like a cat picked up by the nape of it’s neck. Maricela struggles to her feet quickly, her hands clutching the robe so it wouldn’t come off. The robe drops into place as Maricela quickly falls into place. She looks at Emma, before looking at the ground. Yuki continues, clearly done with Maricela. “Good. Now, that the rest have come, let’s show off the best.”

Out of nowhere, loud drums are heard throughout the room. The lights fall, as spotlights go along the back wall they had all entered from. Yuki’s voice takes on a louder more exuberant tone. “Now, two of you have already met her and so has the audience, but introducing to the rest of the harem… Marika Tanabata.”

Once again, confetti falls from the ceiling, as the door opens and the diminutive maid walks through the door. She stands there, but after a come hither gesture from Yuki, Marika walks forward through the quickly accumulating floor of confetti. “Now, I’m sure you’re wondering, who is this beautiful flawless piece of ass, aren’t you girls? Well don’t worry, you’ll soon know. In fact, you’ll all soon know a whole lot more about each other.” As Marika steps into place, the other girls look at her, some bearing looks of confusion.

Yuki sighs. “But first, housekeeping. Here are the VP totals. Special thanks to contributing producer DS, for compiling these totals. Our main showrunner was too busy trying to keep the spacetime flux from leading to a distortion and, blah, blah, blah, you got it already.”

Callie:71 (Lesbian sex with another contestant, kissed the Master, showed the Master her naked body, blowjob with the Master, used a deferential term for her master [Master], swallowed the Master's cum, handjob with the Master, breastjob with the Master, facial, had sex with the Master, ravished another contestant)

Monica:51 (Lesbian sex with another contestant, showed the Master her naked body, spent time with the Master on her own volition (date), kissed the Master, ravished another contestant, edged another contestant)

Wendy:49 (Showed the Master her naked body, uses a deferential term for her master [Master], tried to seduce the Master, displeased the Master, apologized to the Master, submits to the Master, has BDSM sex ending in anal, anal virginity given) \
Maricela: 48 ((showed her naked body to the Master, displeased the Master, called master with a deferential term (Daddy), held the Master’s hand, massaged the Master, kissed the Master, had sex with Master, gave Master a blowjob, gave Master a titjob, performed domestic service for the Master,, had lesbian sex with bonus for religous ****)

Ashley 47 ((Showed the Master her naked breasts, showed her naked pussy, lesbian sex with another contestant, ravished another contestant, had sex with the Master, called master with a deferential term for an extended period [Master], ate a creampie from another contestant given by the Master, begged for her orgasm)

Marika:45 (Uses a deferential term (goshujin-sama), did domestic activities, kissed Ben, showed her naked body to the Master, submissive sex, anal virginity given, bonuses for orientation play)

Yua:44 (Showed her naked body, uses a deferential term for her master [Goshujin-sama], displeased the Master, performed domestic duties, asks to marry her Master, has sex with her Master, submissive sex)

Emma: 28 (showed her naked body to the Master, spanked by the Master, called Ben by a deferential term on one occasion [Master], orgasmed for the Master, had lesbian sex)

Yuki continues, again trying to move through the busy work. “Oh look, you’ve all moved from the bottom, aren’t you all doing so well…”

“WAIT, WHAT?!” Callie screams. “I lost points! I was at 76 before. Now, I’m only at 71!”

Yuki smiles, before taking out a set of half rimmed glasses and putting them on, pulling out a long ticker tape from her sleeve, seeming to read from it. “Ah, noticed that did you? After review, the producers and I believe we were too generous in the early game, giving points out for things like handholding and being pleasured in specific ways. Later contestants were not given such a generous point total for such mundane acts. So in the spirit of fairness, we have corrected those oversights, resulting in a loss of points. You’re still in the lead though dear, and I know that you’ve been doing very well in the challenges. Now, any questions?” Yuki takes her glasses off, placing them into her yukata before promptly disappearing, the ticker tape reeling into her sleeve like a tape measure.

Callie buries her nails in her palms, but she knows that Yuki is just asking for her to make more drama. So she responds sullenly, “No, no questions.”

Yuki smiles. “Good! Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, our contestants are actually competing and taking the game seriously. Well, we’ll see how they do later, when the points start getting harder to come by. And this might feel like it’s been forever, because it has, but here’s the results of last night’s best girl vote. Last night, two nights ago… whatever.”

1st: Yua

2nd: Callie

3rd: Emma

4th: Wendy

5th: Marika

6th: Ashley

7th:Monica

8th: Maricela

“Not exactly surprising. The rich get richer. Although I am happy to see Marika almost halfway up the table. It really shows just how good of a job I did introducing her, isn’t that right Yua and Ben?” Both don’t respond, though Yua does look down in embarrassment. Yuki seizes on her **** to respond. “And Yua, you’re the new best girl. You’re really surging, makes me proud to know I helped turn you around so much.” Yuki pantomimes wiping a tear from her eye, her sadistic grin unbroken.

“Now, now, VP are fun, but I’m sure you’re wondering. Isn’t BP next? Well, I’m going to make an announcement. In order to streamline production, BP is being eliminated. You barely used it, and I’m tired of keeping track of it. ‘But Yuki’, I’m sure you’re asking, ‘what do Best Girl votes do if there is no BP?’” Yuki smiles large. “Well, I’m glad you asked, audience. And the answer is… I don’t know.”

Yuki stands on a black screen, clearly not in the hotel anymore. “I’d like to address the audience for a moment. I want to make best girl votes matter, but BP isn’t working as I want it to, and giving VP will either feel paltry or gamebreaking. Please leave a comment on what you think would be appropriate. One thought I had was a positive item and a negative item for best and worst girl, but I think that is too small and not big enough. That’s one reason why I couldn’t get this episode out, my producer and I went back and forth on just how to fix this issue. But the show must go on, right?”

Yuki is back in the hotel, and the contestants look none the wiser. “So no BP, rewards for best girl to be decided. But now, let’s get onto the main event. Everybody, give me your gifts!”

Yuki raises her hands and 8 packages fly from their hands until they orbit around her. They spin rapidly, before she lifts her hands, and in a shower of sparkles, 8 identical gifts, free from the wrinkling and creasing they’d had when handled, float down to sit under the tree. “8 presents. 8 girls. But I’m sure you all are wondering. Is that all there is to this challenge? Well no. You see…”

Yuki smiles, her smile just a bit too wide. “I’m going to give each of you a gift as well. The most terrible gift of all…”