Capturing Valen, again

Round 4 - Sunday - Day of Beatriz's date

Yaz had enjoyed hanging out with everyone during the tournament. Even if she'd lost BP with a stupid bet. They'd spent some time hanging out afterwards but the effects of her brain pop were basically gone now and she was starting to feel weird to still be naked.

She opened the door to her room and was unsurprised to find Valerie there. What was surprising was seeing Valerie naked, standing in front of a mirror, fondling herself.

“Uh Val? I know why I'm naked, but why are you?”

Valerie turned to look at her, “Oh the one from the dungeon. Well I just wanted a better look at my body. I am pretty hot now aren't I?”

Yaz scratched her head, there was something off about her. “Uh, ya. You are hot I guess. Did that guy make you feel bad about yourself or something? He's just a jerk.”

“What? No. I could never feel bad about myself. And Valen is a jerk. I mean is. Ok, he's a perfect scumbag and loathed by his whole Harem. What? I mean everyone fucking hates him. The fuck? That's is true?”

Now Valerie was really confused. Then she noticed Valerie wasn't actually looking at her, “Wait are you staring at my feet? Why are you being so weird? What's going on?”

“Fuck. You ask too many questions.” Valerie seemed really agitated.

“I'm not sure what's going on but I'm bringing the others here, don't worry Valerie. Whatever it is, we will help you.” Yaz started to back away. She was smart enough to recognize something was wrong, but didn't trust herself enough to solve it. Until her brain pop was 100% clear she'd need some help.

As Yaz started to back up Valerie shouted, “Wait! Stop!” The words hit Yaz like a ton of bricks and she felt herself frozen in place. Not only did she have significantly more VP, but she was just so beautiful she couldn't resist.

“Who are you?” Yaz asked, finally gaining some insight.

“I'm Valen,” she, rather he, replied. “It's too bad you figured me out. I thought you were just a bimbo. Oh well. Listen I know I'm just a copy but I still wanted to have some fun while I was here. Was that really too much to ask for?”

Yaz frowned, “Yes. The ‘fun’ you wanted was with our bodies, you have no right to treat us that way. The others said you have women throwing themselves at you on your season, why did you even have to bother us?”

Valen couldn't make eye contact with her for some reason, he just kept staring down, it made him look almost sad, “Well…fine. Fuck what does it matter anyway. I lied. I lied about pretty much everything. I am a Master on another season, but nobody will touch me. Several women have already chosen to be eliminated rather than let me see them naked and the rest are working as a team to save each other during challenges. It's been weeks and they are all still in single digit points, just barely staving off elimination. Even the eliminated ones don't serve me. The host sent them off to work on other seasons, it's not fair!”

Right, now Yaz understood who she was dealing with. His ego was struggling with rejection, perhaps for the first time in his life. Like Valerie when she first came here, his money has given him everything he needed. He will never know real affection, even Harem Hotel can't give him that.

The tricky part was how to deal with him. Yaz knew he could **** her to do quite a bit, given Valerie's transformations. Even now she found herself unable to try leaving. Maybe if she tried sympathizing with him?

“Wow, that sounds awful. What a bunch of bitches.” Yaz finally said.

“I know right? It sucks, the host is even talking of canceling the whole season if we don't make progress. He said he thought he'd get some hate fucks out of this season but never imagined the women would resist me so hard. I mean, you saw my body right? Someone like you must be so happy to be set up with a handsome white Master.”

“Wow, just wow. You know, I was going to try being nice, but fuck it. I've got two lifetimes of racist assholes in my memory. Things got better in my new life, but not all the way. You though...you remind me of how I was treated when I first came to America. Fuck, there was so many racist assholes everywhere. Do you know what I did? I crushed them all.

What's your endgame here? How did you swap with Valerie anyway? None of us are going to let you touch us so you might as well give up now. Valerie's Harem Queen won't let you **** us to do things we really don't want to, and right now I wouldn't do a goddamn thing you asked.” To prove her point Yaz **** herself to take a step back. She was pretty sure she could flee now if she had to.

To her surprise Valen didn't get angry, he seemed sullen. “Fuck, I don't have a game plan. The swap was Valerie's doing, by accident. It's only for 4 hours. I know I can't **** you girls. I might be a creep, but there are some lines even I won't cross. I just wanted to have some fun. And I was, earlier, I love causing chaos like that.”

Yaz looked over at the little jar containing the shrunk form the real Valerie inhabited, then back to Valen, “I think we can help each other out. Here's my idea…”

Isla had given up trying to beat Marcos and gone back downstairs to keep painting. Alexandra had decided to come with her. They'd decided they could share the space if Isla moved to the side.

As Isla kept working on her landscape she couldn't help but look around the canvas at Alexandra. The way she moved her body was so enticing. The lines, the curves, the movement all just seemed so beautiful. She was trying to create art, but Alexandra was art.

On a whim she tossed her current canvas aside and put a new one on. She didn't even look at it, instead her eyes followed Alexandra as she moved around the room. Her hands worked on their own, a splash of red, a hint of brown, a bloom of pink.

She lost track of time as she watched and painted but eventually Alexandra stopped for a water break. Shaking herself out of it she looked at her canvas for the first time. It didn't look like anything really. It was an explosion of colour, swirls and streaks and lines. Yet the more she looked the more it drew her in.

“Wow,” Alexandra's voice beside her made her jump, she hadn't even heard her approach, “it's beautiful. It feels light, free. I love it.”

“Really? It's just some lines…”

Alexandra nodded, “It's not just lines. I don't know. It just speaks to me.”

Isla smiled, it spoke to her too. It was imperfect in a way that would never be seen back home, but it was real. It was how she saw Alexandra dance, how the dance made her feel.

She surprised them both as she threw her arms around Alexandra in a hug, “Thank you.” Isla squeezed her, her friend. Isla was pretty sure she could call her that now. Maybe Ciela had been right, getting stuck in his Harem was the best thing for her after all. Maybe she could be happy, have friends, lovers. Maybe she didn't need magic to make her dreams come true.

“Trinity, I think it's time to collect on your debt.” Trinity looked up at Jenny as she spoke to her.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Trinity asked.

“Don't pretend you don't remember. We made a deal for you to pay back double the orgasms, you owe me 34 orgasms. I figure I need to collect before your wedding.”

“Ya, that's true. I have a feeling the exit transformation might make me give up being fuckbuddies with you and Sarah. Well, and everyone else. Except Mali, I'm sure as a housewife I can still use our ****.

Anyway, you know I'm always up to go down. What are you thinking?”

“I was thinking…oh just a second…” Jenny heard her phone buzz and pulled it out. Trinity heard hers too and checked.

It was a new law for Alexandra, ‘Alexandra must get Eric to spend all her BP as soon as she gets any.'

Huh, that's a weird one. Probably better than her current law so Trinity voted yes. She wasn't surprised when it passed.

Jenny put down her phone, “Sorry, just felt the compulsion to check. How about you meet Sarah and I in the dungeon after dinner? Make sure you get plenty of fluids beforehand.”

Trinity smiled, “Sounds fun. Sure thing.”

“Huh, Master just had sex.” Mali said.

“What? I thought they were at the South Pole?” Marcos replied.

“I. Agree.” Stephanie typed out.

“Huh, well good for her.” Marcos was always surprised how easy it seemed to hear about Beatriz with Eric. He might have once expected to be jealous, but it just never came. One might argue that it was just because he couldn't give her that anymore, but that wasn't it at all.

Really, he thought it all stemmed from his FemDom fetish. He wanted to be dominated by a woman, having her sleep with others just went naturally into that fetish. It wasn't that he was into cuckolding, just that he was happy for his women to be in charge and getting what she wants. Of course they'd opened their relationship both ways, but while he enjoyed sex with others he never felt any urge to seek it out. Most of his experience with others came when Beatriz was present.

“Ya, I'm jealous. I want the Master to be using me. Maybe Beatriz will let me join in on her date. Who is she bringing later, you?”

Marcos shook his head, “No she invited Alexandra to join them in the bedroom. If I went I know she'd push me to get some VP from Eric, and I just think I can do it.”

Stephanie tapped away, “I. Am. Sorry.” She paused as she tried to find the right words, “Hard. To. Be. Lesbian. In. Harem.”

Marcos sighed, “Ya. The actual Lesbian is safe though, it's just me in danger. I am not sure what to do.”

Mali licked her lips, “Just suck his cock. What? Don't give me that look. It's just a cock. A wonderful, beautiful, magical cock, but a cock nonetheless. It's easy. You can even close your eyes.”

Marcos rolled his eyes, “Ok, say I was comfortable doing that? So what? I'd still get eliminated.”

“Oh right…fuck I screwed you huh? I was over 100 VP when I put this collar on. Oh, what about the tattoos?”

“I've considered them actually…honestly with the reality adjustments available I could live with the fig leaf. I'm not so sure about the slut tattoo, it's one thing for Beatriz to call me names, I'm not sure I could handle male attention though. And the cocksucker tattoo? No way.”

“It's not cocksucker, just an oral fixation. Oh, well I suppose it is a cocksucker tattoo…no way the producers let you off with lollipops only.”

“Exactly. So I think I'm stuck.”

Stephanie was searching her tablet, but seemed unhappy, “What. About. Body. Not. You.”

“What? I don't get it.”

“Other. Body. You.” Stephanie tried.

Finally it clicked, “A body swap? Let someone else use my body to get VP?”

Stephanie clapped excitedly. “Yes.” She tapped.

Marcos rubbed his chin, “Huh. I never thought of that. With enough BP I probably could arrange that. Still, do I want my body having sex with him? It sounds wrong.”

Mali nodded, “I understand. Well, sorta. I still remember what it was like when we use to merge. I know how you felt then. Now I'd fuck literally anyone Master told me to with gusto so it's a little harder to understand your reservations.”

“Thanks Mali, Stephanie. You've given me lots to think about.”

The helicopter was making its way back to the coast. The darkness made it seem late, but it wasn't even dinner time yet. They hadn't bothered getting dressed as they got back on board and were sitting there naked together.

Beatriz got up and opened a bag she'd stored away, “Here, I thought you might be hungry.” She passed him a sandwich.

He took it from her, “Thanks, are you going to eat anything? Oh fuck, sorry. I forgot.”

Beatriz grinned at him, “Don't apologize. And yes, I was hoping you'd help me out. I've got a real craving right now.” She winked and sat down beside him.

Cautiously he took a bite. It was amazing. So amazing he almost didn't notice Beatriz reach over to lightly stroke his dick. He raised an eyebrow at her but said nothing. She continued to tease him, slowly going up and down as he ate.

As he finished his meal she got up to kneel in front of him and picked up her pace. “You are full, now it's my turn to eat. After all, I just need sexual contact. So, contact me. Cover me in sexual contact.” She started to furiously pump his cock and he let go, moaning as he came. He covered her face in rope after rope.

Hand job +3 VP

Facial +3 VP

Beatriz tried to wipe it away by reflex, but couldn't. Instead she licked her lips and grinned at him. Even though he'd just come he felt lust building within him. This must be the last aura that comes when she is full. “Wait…is this an endless feedback loop? Aren't you just going to get full again if I touch you?”

Beatriz chuckled, “What? You can't control yourself?” Still on her knees she turned around and got down on her hands, presenting her rear to him. She gave her bum a shake, “All you have to do is not have sex with me right now. Of course, I really want you to. Look at my pussy, I'm so wet for you. You aren't horny are you? You did just cum all over my face.”

Eric's rational brain was a little worried about a feedback loop that would have them fucking until they passed out, but his dick was screaming at him to fuck her. In the end his brain was no match for the sight in front of him. He got up from his chair and thrust himself inside her.

“Fuck me, you are so hot.” Eric moaned as he started to fuck her.

Beatriz pushed back against him, she opened her mouth to respond but only a moan came out. Eric was fully consumed by the last aura now. He held nothing back. He grabbed her hips and slammed himself into her over and over again.

Even after he heard her cum he didn't stop. Harder and harder he went, he couldn't resist slapping her ass as he fucked her. He went until his legs burned from the effort and finally he felt the last aura fading. With a final push he let himself cum and flooded her pussy.

Pulling out and flopping back into his seat Eric tried to catch his breath. Beatriz turned around and smiled at him, “Holy fuck that was amazing. The way you just used me, God I want that again.”

Eric grinned, “I'm glad I could be of service. By the way, I don't feel any lust aura, so no feedback loop?”

Beatriz shook her head, “I actually asked Ciela about it. She said it can only be triggered once every ‘meal time’, approximately 5 hours apart.”

Eric relaxed a little, “Good to know. That was pretty spectacular but we'd never get anything done otherwise.”

They were interrupted by Susan on the intercom, “Hello Master and Slut. Just letting you know we'll be landing in 5 minutes. I hope you enjoyed flying with me this afternoon. If you appreciate my flying skills I do accept tips. Specifically the tip of your penis. In my vagina. Which I have because I am an almost human woman who is extremely horny after watching you two. Oh fuck, forget the last part. I was focused on flying. I would never spy on my passengers.”

Eric groaned and Beatriz laughed, “Ha you can barely keep up with the women you do have. Imagine if you had to satisfy all the golem too? Ooh, I wonder if Ciela was watching. Probably. Do you think she masturbates to us? I know I would. Maybe we should invite her for a threesome?” Eric just stared at Beatriz, she got the hint, “Ok ok. No threesome with Ciela. But for the record, if she asks, I'm going to say yes.”

Sarah couldn't see anything. Or hear anything. Or say anything. Jenny had put a bandage hood over her head. It had built in earplugs and gag and completely covered her head except for her nose.

The rest of her was unrestrained, but she knelt patiently as she'd been instructed to. She felt someone tracing a finger around her body. Her cheek, her shoulder, down her back. They traced the outline of her tattoo. She felt herself growing more and more aroused just from the gentle caress.

Then a second hand grabbed the chain between her nipples and pulled. Gently, but far enough out for her to feel her chest lifting up. The hand let go and she felt two hands cupping her breasts. A hand was still tracing her tattoo so there must be a second person here now.

Suddenly she experienced an intense orgasm, giving away the identity of the newcomer. Shoot, she'd forgotten to remind Jenny of her new cock crazy transformation. She was a little concerned that Jenny would go overboard and ended up mad for cock.

Oh well, too late now. Better for her to just enjoy what was about to happen. She felt hands on her hips lifting her up, and then movement under her. She was lowered back down and immediately felt a tongue touching her thighs. Someone began to nipple around her vulva and she had to struggle to stay calm. Then she felt lips on hers, someone was kissing her. Not just someone, it was Jenny. She instantly knew it was Jenny, nobody else could kiss her like that.

Trinity started to eat her out furiously, and Jenny squeezed her tits and made out with her. Sarah was in heaven. Both of them continued past her 10th edge and she moaned into her gag as she felt the 10 spanks slam into her behind. Just as the 10th spank faded an orgasm suddenly triggered. Sarah involuntarily tried to rise up but Jenny’s hands held her down.

Ate her out +4 VP (Trinity)

Suddenly Jenny was gone. Sarah leaned forward to keep kissing her, but she wasn’t there any more. She reached out with her hands but couldn’t find her. She felt hands on her thighs pushing her up and then Trinity slipped out from under her. Light flooded her vision as the hood was suddenly removed. She had to blink several times to adjust. She noticed Trinity was holding the hood and Jenny was sitting on a bench squeezing her own tits with her eyes closed.

Jenny opened her eyes and looked at Sarah, “Sarah, I’m sorry to cut your fun short. I thought if I let Trinity eat you out and just kissed you it wouldn’t trigger my cock crazy…but it did. Oh boy, did it ever. Fuck I had to stop touching you or else I’m going to barge in on Eric’s date and demand to be fucked. Oh god, even now I’m going to need some dick soon.”

Trinity knelt down beside Sarah, “So Jenny, what does this mean for our deal? You know, we could always tie you up and spend the night driving you wild. That would be fun. Then we can deliver you to Eric in the morning and you can attack him like a wild animal.”

Jenny shook her head, “No way. Ok I’m not going to touch either of you tonight. Trinity, would you release Sarah all the way please?” Trinity nodded and started to remove Sarah’s gag, “Then how about this? Sarah, would you give Trinity a nice braid? I know you always kept your hair pretty short, so just do whatever you feel you can. Be sure to be nice and gentle with her hair, play with it a little.” Jenny gave them a devious smile.

Trinity laughed, “Oh, do you think I’m going to complain about that? Yes Sarah, make me cum until I can’t sit up anymore.”

Sarah nodded and got to work. Trinity moaned and shook as she played with her hair. Jenny watched from afar as Sarah gave Trinity orgasm after orgasm, clearly wishing to join in. At first Sarah just felt bad for Jenny, but as she thought more about it she began to enjoy it immensely. Jenny was masturbating now, she could cum as much as she wanted without any affect on her cock crazy transformation. Somehow just being watched by her fiancee as she braided Trinity’s hair and both of the other women were cumming like crazy, it just did it for Sarah.

When she was finally done she looked over at Jenny, wordlessly asking how it looked. Jenny smiled, “Great job Sarah. Now take it out and try again.”

Trinity groaned, “More? I don’t know how much more I can take. That was already a lot of stimulation.”

Jenny laughed, “You asked Sarah to make you cum until you can’t sit up and you’re still sitting,” She flashed her most charming smile, “So keep going Sarah.”

“Yes Mistress.” Sarah smiled and undid the braids. Trinity moaned even louder as she started again.

Valerie could only watch helplessly as Yaz and Valen conspired together. She had to hand it to Yaz, even with her IQ slightly reduced, she’d bested Valen quite handily. Not only had she figured out that he wasn’t really Valerie, she’d figured out his motivations and used him for her own benefit.

Somehow Yaz had sweet talked him into letting her tie him up on the bed. Valerie’s body was tied spreadeagle on the bed and blindfolded. Yaz was kneeling down, eating her body out. Valerie wished she could swap back right now so she could experience Yaz’s tongue, but she knew it wouldn’t happen yet.

Valen really wanted sex, but he wasn’t enough of a creep to **** himself on anyone. He’d explained that on his season everyone hated him so much they wouldn’t touch him unless it was to avoid elimination. He’d gotten some of the girls to flash him and a couple hateful handjobs but so far the girls had stuck together and traded wins in the competitions to avoid elimination without needing his help.

Yaz had offered to eat him out, let him experience the female orgasm, but also have someone consensually, passionately, try to make him orgasm. All she wanted in return was control over spending Valerie’s BP, and to tie him up during the act so she didn’t have to fear him. Somehow he’d agreed. They’d already spent all her BP apparently, and now Yaz was lapping away.

Valerie knew Yaz wasn’t gay so it had surprised her when she’d volunteered for that. It had surprised Valen too, but she’d been able to easily convince them both she was serious. First of all Yaz was bound by her word. If she promised to do something, she had to. So Valen knew that even if he was tied up, Yaz would follow through with her end of the deal. Second she’d admitted to receiving an audience challenge to perform oral sex on a woman. Third she’d had Valen buy a repeat performance unlock for Yaz so she’d get VP from the act.

Valerie listened as Valen’s moans got louder and louder, then watched as her own body shook as the orgasm hit him.

Ate her out + 4 VP (Yaz)

“Oh my God, that’s what women feel? That was amazing.” Valen cried out.

Yaz sat up and wiped her mouth off, “Pretty good right? Anyway, one orgasm, as promised. I don’t know if you just cease to exist or if you get to go back to your universe with these memories, but in case you do, just try treating those women like fucking people and they might actually want to spend time with you.” She got off the bed and walked over to Valerie.

“Wait…where are you going? Aren’t you going to untie me?” Valen cried.

Yaz laughed, “I never said I’d do that. I’m not sure I like the idea of you being free.” Yaz picked up the jar with Valerie in it, “Val, how much longer on your bodyswap?”

Valerie tried to think, it was only 4 hours long, but how much time had passed? “I’m not sure. Less than 1 hour.”

Yaz sighed and walked over to the bed, still carrying Valerie. Yaz pulled the blindfold off, “I’m not going to free you Valen, it’s just too risky. I will make you a deal though. If you tell me that you love and respect women of all skin colours I will stay in this room to keep you company until the bodyswap ends.”

Valen opened his mouth but then closed it. He might have been willing to say it, but it would of course be a lie. He tried again, “I love and respect….fuck. I can’t say it.”

Yaz smiled, she knew he couldn’t change, at least not that quickly, “Ok. How about this? Same deal if you say the white people are not superior to any other race.” The look on his face told her all she needed to know, “Ok. How about if you say, ‘I’m so ashamed because the best orgasm of my life was from a beautiful brown skinned Goddess.’”

Valen growled but then opened his mouth to speak, “I’m so ashamed because the best orgasm of my life was from…” he trailed off.

“Go ahead, finish it.” Yaz encouraged.

“...A beautiful brown skinned Goddess.” He finished.

Yaz smiled, “Oh, you think I’m a goddess? How wonderful. Although the opinion of a racist shitbag like you doesn’t really matter. Still, a promise is a promise. I’ll keep you company. Why are you so afraid of being alone anyway?”

That was a good question, Valerie thought. They’d swap back in less than an hour. Surely it wasn’t so bad to just lie on the bed by himself for an hour.

“I…I…I don’t know. I just don’t want to be alone. I’m always alone.” He finally admitted.

“Ya, that makes sense. Racist shitbag and all that. Anyway, I promised to stay in the room. Not to engage with you. So why don’t you just lie there like a good girl and think about what you’ve done wrong.” Yaz pulled the blindfold back down.

“Hey…take this off. Where are you?” Valen cried.

Valerie saw Yaz hesitate, but she was able to resist his command. She must have been right earlier, the Harem Queen attribute is only so strong, Yaz' hatred powered her through his commands. She was able to ignore him and held Valerie up near her face, “Forgot about him. I want to talk to you Valerie. First of all, what the fuck? Second of all, what the fuck? Guess what my third question is? Oh ya, it’s what the fuck?”

Valerie shrunk back from Yaz, well as much as she could trapped in a jar. “What? What did I do?”

Yaz rolled her eyes, “Listen bringing Valen here to begin with is understandable. You had no idea all this would happen. Your first use of the mirror went great. Val was great, she really helped you out. Nobody blames you for what Valen did after that.

Then we manage to shrink him and contain him in this jar. All we have to do is wait out the clock. Everyone, every single one of us, trusted you to do that. You said you had it, and we trusted you.

Then you go and end up like this? While we were discussing how to spend all your BP he told me what happened. I know the mirror is still here. You lied about getting rid of it, and then you endangered everyone else trying to cover it up.

You’ve really done a lot lately to build up trust with everyone. I really consider you my friend now, and I know you are a good person. But goddamn if you haven’t done and destroyed that trust. I can forgive you, but I don’t know if everyone else will.”

Valerie didn’t know what to say. Yaz was right, about everything. She’d been selfish. Selfish and stupid. She’d put everyone else at risk, and for what? To preserve the mirror? What could she possibly say to Yaz to make things right? She felt awful. She wasn’t used to feeling so guilty. She’d wrong plenty of people in the past, but it’s easy to skip the guilt when you don’t care about them. Hurting people you love, that’s hard to get past.

“I’m sorry Yaz, I’m so sorry,” Despite her best efforts she felt herself start to cry, “I fucked up. You are right, I never should have done this. I should have just destroyed the mirror.”

“Then why didn’t you? Why did you have to keep it?”

“I don’t know. I just wanted to know…” Valerie trailed off.

“Know what?” Yaz demanded.

“Know if there’s another universe where I’m not such a fuck up. Know if there’s a version of me that is happy and well liked. A version whose father isn’t an asshole and actually loves her. A version who has friends and who is successful without relying on her father’s name and money.”

Yaz actually looked sympathetic, “Val…that version is you.” Valerie stopped sniffling and looked up at her.

“Huh?”

“Yes. Well, except the father. Your father is an asshole who will never change. But you aren’t a fuck up. You are well liked here, and as for being happy and successful, fuck you are only 22. You have friends here, not because of your father’s name and money, but because of who you are. Success doesn’t happen overnight. Happiness doesn’t come instantly. Both things take time, effort, and rarely come from working alone. Get rid of the mirror. You don’t need some other version of you. You just need you. Explain what happened to everyone else. Take responsibility. If you do that, I’m sure the others can forgive you. You are one of us, and we’ll be with you forever.”

Valerie wiped a tear from her eyes, “Really? Yaz…”

“Wow fuck that. You’re just a little bitch. Why do you want to be liked so badly? You’re rich. Just crush them.” Valen rudely interrupted their nice moment.

Yaz glared at him, “Shut the fuck up or I’ll gag you.” Then she looked back to Valerie, “Really Yaz. You are my friend. No matter what you do.”

Valerie smiled, “Thank you. Really. Umm..so since we’re such good friends…what did you spend my BP on exactly?”

“Oh Valerie. We are friends, but there’s no fucking way I’m telling you. In fact, I promise not to tell you. There, now I can't.” Yaz smiled politely at her.

Oh well, Valerie thought, she deserved to lose all her BP. Valerie just hoped Yaz hadn’t screwed her over too badly. Then suddenly she couldn’t see anything. She tried to move but her arms were tied. Oh, she must have swapped back to her own body. “Yaz, I’m me again. We swapped back.”

She heard footsteps but no reply.

“Yaz? Yaz are you there?”

She felt a finger running down the side of her face, “Yes. I’m here.”

“Ok please…” Valerie’s words were cut off as Yaz suddenly shoved a ball gag into her mouth. Valerie screamed into the gag but couldn’t form any words.

“Sorry Valerie. Couldn’t have you giving me any orders, could I? I have some business to attend to now. Don’t worry, I’m taking Valen with me. I won’t let him cause any trouble. I’ll come back and let you go when I’m done. I don’t want you to be lonely though, so I did bring you a present. Something to keep you entertained. Grunt once if you want me to give it to you, or twice for no.”

Given her current predicament this present couldn’t be good. Actually, it was probably a vibrator. Maybe that would at least distract her while Yaz was gone. “Urgh.” She grunted once.

Valerie heard a buzzing sound and suddenly there was something touching her. It was definitely a vibrator. She felt tape being wrapped around her thigh, securing the vibrator in place. Except it was just grazing her labia. It was millimeters too far away to do anything. She bucked her hips trying to adjust it but it wouldn’t move.

“Oops, is it too far away? My bad. Have fun Valerie.” She heard Yaz walk away. She moaned into her gag but it was useless. Yaz was gone.

Beatriz led Eric downstairs to the Master suite. She opened the door and immediately Eric locked eyes on Alexandra. She was standing tall in the center of the room, wearing her ‘horny’ boots. Naked of course, except for the necklace he’d given her. In one hand she held a thin black crop, and in the other a thick leather collar. She smiled as she saw them come in. “Kneel bitch.” She ordered Beatriz. Beatriz immediately dropped to her knees and Alexandra locked the collar on.

Then she ignored Beatriz and walked up to Eric, “Welcome home Eric.” She leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed her back and reached out to put his arms around her. AFter a while she pulled back, “I missed you.” She said, “I know it hasn’t been that long, but it’s true. I hope Beatriz didn’t tire you out too much, because I have plans for tonight.”

Eric grinned, “I missed you too. And no, we’re both full of energy. Isn’t that right Bea?”

Beatriz looked up at them, “Yes. You both know I’m insatiable.”

Alexandra took charge, ordering Beatriz inside and grabbing Eric’s hand, “Then let’s get started.” She pulled him further into the suite, ready to start their evening together.

Yaz +4 VP (91VP, 5th place)

Beatriz + 6 VP (78VP, 7th place)

Trinity + 4 VP (83VP, 6th place)