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“Signore e signori, bentornati all'Harem Hotel! I am your ‘unable ‘ost, Hellequin and this is my lovely concubine, Columbina!” The giant sits in one of the chairs in the main lounge (well ‘sits in’ may be slightly inaccurate due to his bulk. He more ‘sits on’ the chair, his enormous posterior having crushed the arms). At his feet, wearing only a bit gag, shackles, and Rottweiler training collar attached to a leash held loosely in the monster’s hands, kneels Heidi, face still blotchy, eyes still red with massive bags under them. Yet despite all this the massive Teutonic beauty glares at the masked ogre, spirit bent but decidedly not broken.

“Due to some unforeseen circumstances, we are currently understaffed here at the Chalet, but things have been set in motion to ameliorate this unfortunate situation. Our new staff is being imported from Greece as we speak. In the meantime we will try to keep interruptions to a minimum and move on with… our scheduled challenge round!”

The beast brings his hands together, releasing a thunderclap of noise. After the echos fade it is apparent that the contestants as well as Bob have appeared in the lounge as well. Happily all are currently dressed. Most look like they’ve had a less than pleasant night. Bob, in particular is visibly seething with rage.

Ignoring all of this Hellequin carries on unabated, “Your first real challenge. Are any of you stupid ‘ores foolish enough to believe that you’ve been the only ones to hold the ‘eart of this man? No, Baab ‘as quite the history of being a cocksman, having bedded a bevy of beauties throughout his pitiful life. Some of them he thought he loved. All of them he betrayed or lied to. All of them hurt him, either his pride or his heart.”

Bob’s rage is palpable. Though his pride has been stomped on, shattered, and swept into a trash can, he has still maintained a modicum of dignity throughout. To feel so impotent in the sight of this beast and before his women (and Robin) is almost all that pride can bear. His hands curl into fists, nails digging into his palms hard enough to draw blood.

“I ‘ave here a list of names, those who have brought ‘arm to your master. Your challenge will be to act as the instrument of vengeance upon them. Destroy them. Ruin their lives. Bring misery down upon them and make them regret ever being born. To aid in this you will be able to travel to where they are, observe them, and alter the behavior of one person in their life. You choose who, but the alteration will always be sexual. You will be rated by the audience on your results.

“Now for your victims.” He waves a massive hand and the wall turns black revealing a massive television screen. Superimpose ‘Brooke Peterson, age 45, divorced’. Bob groaned and KJ winced, both recognizing the name. Darlene winced.

“Brooke was Bob’s long-term girlfriend prior to his whirlwind of misery with KJ. The two were together throughout most of high school, and Bob was still quite the idealist at the time. Brooke was his first for many things. Sex in public. Oral sex. Anal. His first threesome. The latter came because of her increasing insecurity, and resulted in her offering up her best friend to him as a sacrifice, one which he accepted. It also started her spiral into jealousy which eventually lead to their breakup.

“This happened due to him stopping by her house one night after a long day at school and work and refusing her advances due to exhaustion. Her response was to throw him down a flight of stairs, rip out a clump of his hair, and knee him in the crotch.”

The woman appears on the screen, having aged far better than KJ had, long brown hair, only now beginning to show some signs of silvering, a round, pleasant face with smiling eyes. A full figure, curvy but not fat. “KJ, this is your target. You knew her back when. Enjoy yourself.”

“Next up, we have the woman who almost became Bob’s first ex-wife.”

(Title: “Karn Evil 9, First Impression, Part 1” by Emerson, Lake, and Palmer)