Morning of the Wedding

Round 4 - Tuesday - Day of Trinity's date

Eric woke up feeling sore all over. He groaned as he sat up. He noticed he was alone in the bed and could hear the sound of the shower running. He slid out of bed and went to check on the girls.

He was a little surprised to see them being so playful together. He couldn't hear them over the shower but they were smiling and giggling as Yaz ran her hands over Isla's body.

He opened the shower door, “Mind if I join?”

“Hurry up, you're letting the cold air in.” Yaz urged. He quickly stepped inside. Yaz giggled and smiled at him, “We were just talking about last night. How you fucked us silly.”

Isla laughed, “Ya and how she's still silly. I think she won't recover until the wedding, maybe not even then.”

Yaz shrugged, “Like totally worth it.”

“I agree. In fact I think between us we are way ahead in the orgasm count. Should we fix it?” Isla asked Yaz.

“Oh tots. Eric help Isla down.” Yaz ordered as she got on her knees. Isla winked at him as he helped her down too. The two women took turns sucking his cock and licking his shaft.

“Wow it's nice to see you girls sharing.” Eric commented.

His comment almost seemed to spur them to action, they were both trying harder now. Still alternating, but obviously they both wanted to be the one to make him cum.

He decided to make the decision for them, “Yaz back off. Isla you wanted VP right? Use your tits to get me off.”

Yaz pouted at first but then grinned. She moved closer to help Isla wrap her tits around his cock. Soon she'd figured out her tempo and was giving it her all. He came, spraying her chest and face with cum.

Titfuck +4 VP

Cum on tits +3 VP

After that he helped Isla and Yaz to their feet. He and Yaz helped Isla wash. Eric washed her tits continuously while Yaz did everything else.

Eventually they got out and dried off, but only Eric got dressed. Isla still had her harness she couldn't remove and Yaz hadn't brought any clothes to the suite.

Yaz ran over and kissed him, “I had a good date. The sex obviously, but I also want to thank you for supporting me yesterday too. I felt like we had some good talks. After this is all over, promise me you'll take me on some real dates too?”

Eric smiled, “I promise.”

Yaz beamed back at him, “I'll hold you to that. Ok I'm going to run to my room for an outfit, I'll meet you guys upstairs.” She waved and hurried off.

Eric looked over at Isla, she seemed like she wanted to say something but paused. Finally she worked up her courage, “Me too,” she said softly, “I mean. I want to go on dates too. With you. Wow, I am not good at this. Look, I know you have every reason to hate me, but you and the others, well, I've learnt a lot about what it means to be human. I don't want it to stop just because the show ends. I don't know if we'll ever fall in love or if I'm doomed to be a pity fuck and a source of milk, but I want to date you too.”

Eric closed the distance between them and hugged her tightly. He could feel her hands touching him but she didn't have the length to hug him back. “Isla, you really have grown. You are right, there was a lot of resentment at first. But you're also right that you have grown. You aren't the same person you were then. We are definitely sexually compatible and I think we deserve to see if we are emotionally compatible too. So ya, I'm not throwing you aside, I want to date you too.”

Isla said nothing but as he pulled out of the hug he saw a tear rolling down her cheek. He wiped it away, “We can wait here for a bit before we join the others.”

Isla shook herself, “No. Thank you. I'm good. Let's go.” He held her hand and they headed upstairs together.

He was a little surprised at how punctual everyone was. It was only 7:52 but they were the last to arrive except for Trinity and Alexandra. He was just about to ask where she was when Ciela appeared.

“Wow, look at you all so early today. I thought I might as well get started. Trinity asked if she could skip this meeting to avoid seeing the groom before the ceremony and I agreed. I also let Alexandra accompany her for now.

I believe Sarah and Marcos have everything planned out so I’ll leave those details to them.

As for my own announcements I want to congratulate my sister on getting past the 100 VP threshold. Just one holdout left.

Now Isla time for a new transformation. Your random buddy today is…Trinity. Wow, how special. She's not her, but I can be in two places at once, one moment,” Ciela seemed to freeze in place for a few seconds, then she restarted, “She picked orgasmic hair. How fun for you. Mali, be a dear and test it out.” Mali rose up from the floor and gleefully stroked Isla's hair. Isla thrashed against her chains as she came. Panting she glared at Mali, who shrunk back and knelt down in the corner.

“Next a reminder that tomorrow is the final day of competition. The last day to spend BP or earn VP. The last day to buy reality adjustments. At midnight it all ends.

Now then a few notes on the wedding. The producers have given me leave to help you all out. For today only you'll find everything on the Island is free. So food, drinks, taxis, whatever. Free. Also you'll understand everyone you encounter, no matter the language they are speaking.

Second, there is a powerful reality adjustment on the island. Nobody will find your behaviours or appearances strange or unusual. So if Eric wants to throw Trinity down and fuck her immediately after the vows in front if all the guests, well that's all right then.”

“What? Really? Why would he do that?” Valerie asked.

“Shut it red,” Ciela said in a huff, “It happened at the first human wedding I was at and it was beautiful. Some of the others even helped the bride out, I was nearly moved to tears. Anyway, point is, fucking during ceremony a-ok.

The producers did have a price…unfortunately I can't say. Sorry. Ok well that's all bye.” Ciela disappeared before anyone could ask any questions.

Marcos groaned, “Great. It wasn't optional to skip the help I suppose. Oh well. Ok let's eat and then get ready. Those on the bride party have to meet Trinity and Alexandra at 8: 30 so hurry up. Groom party we don't have an appointment until 9 but let's head to the island early anyway.”

“Uh Groom party, bride party?” Eric asked.

“We are splitting into groups for the day.” Marcos explained, “We've got everything sorted. Valerie, Sarah, Mali and Stephanie are with us.”

Eric looked up and down his team, he saw hungry looks on everyone except Marcos. Hopefully he could avoid an orgy before the ceremony.

“Sounds great. Let's eat. I'm starving.” Eric gave everyone a smile and they all got back to their meals.

Trinity was on the beach beside Alexandra. Both women were sipping mimosas and watching the waves crash. Poor Alexandra was still crawling so they'd decided to wait for the others here. They were only a short distance from the wharf where the yacht was docked now.

“Are you excited?” Alexandra asked.

Trinity was, she didn't feel any doubt at all. This is what she wanted more than anything. “Yes, I am. Thank you for being here for me, for being my maid of honour.”

“I was so happy you picked me, well I was happy after I looked up what it meant. I feel so honoured that you'd pick me.” Alexandra turned her head, “Oh, look, they're here.”

Trinity turned her head and saw the girls walking towards them. Beatriz was looking very casual with a black sweatpants, sandals, and nothing else. Sarah and Yaz were somewhat modest, both with short skirts and crop tops on. Although Sarah wore all black and Yaz had a pink shirt and a green skirt. Isla was still stuck in her harness of course.

“Who didn't spank Alexandra?” Trinity asked, “It was Isla right? Come here and give her 10 good ones.”

Isla came over and knelt down beside Alexandra. Alexandra got on All fours and stuck her bum out. Isla did her best and gave her a whack, but it didn't have much effect. The chains holding her arms down were just too short.

“Sorry Isla, you’ve gotta do it harder. For whatever reason I just have a feeling it wasn't enough.”

Isla tried again, with the same result. “I'm sorry, I can't hit hard enough.”

Alexandra sighed, “That's ok. I don't mind crawling.”

“Wait I have an idea,” Isla pulled her dice out of a bag she'd tied to her harness, “I wish one of my hands were free now so I could spank Alexandra hard.” It was a small request. Just one hand, a few hours early. She'd only need a 7….but it landed on a 3.

“Fuck me.” She moaned.

Turnabout is Fairplay - Alexandra will be compelled to spank Isla 10 times.

“At least the punishment is light.” Trinity tried to soften the blow. Alexandra crawled over behind Isla and started to hit as hard as she could. She couldn't stand, but her arms were free to put a lot of **** into it. Even though she didn't have to, Isla called out all 10 spanks.

“Ok, let’s try that again…” Isla said, grabbing the die.

Alexandra stopped her, “Really, it's ok. Built in kneepads, remember? I'll be fine. Besides we gotta hurry, right Sarah?

Sarah smiled, “Nope. We planned to walk, but that was before Ciela made things free. Follow me.”

The group followed Sarah to the road where they found a Limo waiting for them. Sarah waved to the driver who opened the door. Once everyone was inside he closed it and started to drive away.

Trinity found a bottle of champagne and popped it, “This is awesome. Good work Sarah.”

Alexandra took the bottle and filled everyone's glasses. She raised hers in a toast, “To Trinity and Eric, may they have many beautiful babies together very soon.”

Trinity giggled, “Yes, for sure.”

Nobody noticed Isla putting her hand over her belly. She recalled last night, how Eric had filled her up over and over again. A secret smile reached her lips, “To babies!” she echoed the toast.

Marcos led the others into the spa. He approached the front desk to check in, “Hi, we are the Stuart party.”

The woman smiled and checked her computer, “Ah yes. Right here. Welcome, we are so pleased to have you here. I see you have a few specific appointments but otherwise you are free to use any of our amenities. First I must ask you all to get changed, no outside clothes or footwear allowed. The men's change room is to my left and the women's to the right. You'll find robes and slippers to wear inside.”

Marcos saw Eric immediately head for the men's change room and he made to follow him. The woman stopped him, “I'm sorry. The women's change room is over there.” She said pointing to the other side.

‘Oh, I'm actually a man.” Marcos told her. A look of confusion spread across her face. She seemed like she was about to protest but then stopped and smiled.

“Oh. Of course. My apologies.” She stepped aside and let him go.

He noticed Mali following him. She waved at the woman, “I'm a girl, but I'm his **** so I'm going with him.” She said pointing at Eric.

“Of course, go right in. I hope your Master had a pleasant stay.” The receptionist smiled and went back to her desk.

Marcos saw Eric raise an eyebrow at the twins entering behind him, but he didn’t say anything. Mali was already naked so she simply kneeled on the floor facing Eric. Eric was removing his clothes and placing them in a locker. Okay Marcos, he thought to himself, now or never.

He quickly removed his own clothes and put them in a locker. He took a step towards Eric and coughed to get his attention. Eric turned around, “Whoa, Marcos, why are you still naked? The robes are right there.”

“Eric, we haven’t really talked about it a lot…but you know…I’m going to be eliminated right?”

Eric looked sad, he nodded, “Ya…you know I’d do anything to save you…” Eric left his sentence unfinished. They both knew what he meant.

Marcos sighed, “I know there are still more opportunities to get VP. Ciela mentioned polls, so I think there is more than one chance to win VP. Plus there is the competition. Still, I’m in dead last. I’m so far behind I’m sure those won’t be enough. I want you to help me get VP.”

“Whatever you need, honestly, anything at all.”

“Ok so I checked with Ciela and I don’t have any repeat performance penalties for everything Mali did with you. I’m going to close my eyes and masturbate and I want you to cum on my face.”

“Really? You are ok with that?” Eric sounded worried.

“Yes. Just do it ok.” Marcos didn’t want it, of course he didn’t. But this was as far as he was willing to go for VP. He wasn’t going to put himself in Beatriz’ hands, **** her to **** him beyond his comfort zone. He would survive on his own, or he wouldn’t.

Before he lost her nerve he knelt down and closed his eyes. He quickly found his new clit and started to rub. Soon he was lost in the sublime pleasure his new body offered him, he almost forgot about the cock mere inches from his face.

Finally he reached his peak and shuddered as he came silently. As he was coming down from his high he felt something hit his face, and again, and then down his neck and across his chest. He knew what it was but he kept his eyes closed. Then he felt lips on his chest, licking it all up, moving up to his face. It was Mali trying to clean him up. He kept his eyes closed as she finished, then he felt a warm wet cloth rubbing him clean.

Finally he opened his eyes, Eric was standing nearby, wearing a robe. Mali was on her knees in front of him smiling, “You did get bro. Really hot.”

Masturbated for the Master + 4 VP

Facial + 3 VP

Cum on tits + 3 VP

Slowly Marcos stood up and slipped a robe on. Eric nodded at him, “You good?”

“Ya. Thanks. You two go ahead. I’ll just be a minute.”

Eric seemed to hesitate, but then he nodded and left. Mali blew him a kiss and sauntered after him, still naked.

Marcos sighed, 10 VP, only 40 more to go. He didn’t know what he was going to do, he didn’t think he could possibly do any more than he just did.

He was about to rejoin the others when footsteps behind him caused him to turn around. A tall red haired woman was walking towards him. She was out of place, dressed in a fine evening gown, with white gloves and high heels. She licked her lips when she saw him.

“Marcos, brilliant performance my dear. Now if only you had used your hands on his cock instead of Mali’s.”

“What? Who are you?” Marcos asked.

“That’s not important. What’s important is what I can do for you. I represent some very powerful forces and I know how you can get some easy VP. There’s just a small cost.”

“Uh huh. Small huh? I’m not going to sell my soul to you or anything.”

“Soul?” She looked confused, “What is that and why would I want it? No. Nothing like that. All you have to do is sabotage the wedding.”

“Are you kidding? Not a chance. Get out of here.” Marcos couldn’t believe the audacity of this woman, why would he ever want to do that?

“Just hear me out. You don’t have to plant a bomb or anything. You are the best man, he’s going to entrust you with the ring, just swap it out for this one.” She held up an identical ring. “Do that and I’ll give you 50 VP, just like that you are safe. What do you say?”

Before he could answer Ciela appeared in front of him. She was still dressed to impress in a tailored suit with a formal looking scarf but for the first time since he’d met her she looked angry. “What are you doing here? Get out. Does HE know you are here?”

The red haired woman laughed, “Oh Ciela. How nice to see you. I’d heard about you coming out of retirement but really, whatever for? To answer your question, yes, HE sent me. So I’m afraid you can’t send me away. The offer is made. Marcos, take the ring.” Marcos felt a compulsion overtake him, he couldn’t resist. He walked up to her and grabbed it. “Good boy. Remember, 50 VP! I’ll be watching!” She turned and strolled out of the change room.

Marcos tried to throw the ring away but it wouldn’t leave his hand, he looked at Ciela pleadingly.

“I’m sorry Marcos,” Ciela looked tired now, “I can’t stop her. She’s set a curse on that ring. You have to keep it until after the wedding is over. There is an exit transformation built into that ring, but I can't see the details, only the title. TROPHY WIFE. Her deal is legitimate, if you swap the rings you really will get 50 VP, but I don’t know what will happen to Trinity.``

“It doesn't matter. I'd never sacrifice Trinity for my own gain. I'll tell Eric not to give me the ring.” Marcos was angry, if that woman knew the show then she knew he'd never agree. Why ever come here? Just to upset him. He turned to ask Ciela a question but she was already gone. He shrugged and headed after Eric and Mali.

Yaz was a little surprised that Trinity had wanted to go mini-golfing on the morning before her wedding.. Alexandra had to make every shot from her knees, and Isla could barely swing the club. Trinity had a random orgasm just before a shot and sent it way off course and Beatriz tried to cheat by groping Sarah just before a shot. It was chaotic, none of them were any good. They’d all been drinking in the limo and it showed. It was amazing that they managed to finish the course at all, by the time they reached the end everyone was in tears laughing.

Yes it was chaotic, it was wild, but ultimately, it was fun. They were still giggling as they returned their clubs. Yaz was last to hand hers in but the woman stopped her, “Excuse me miss. Your group seems to have damaged our course.”

“What?” Yaz knew they were being silly but didn’t remember any damage, “I don’t think we did.”

The woman looked out of place at a mini golf course. She was tall with dark red hair, wearing an evening gown. Still, she was behind the counter wearing a nametag with the minigolf place on it, she must be an employee. The name tag was written in Greek, or she thought it was. It was illegible to Yaz anyway. “Yes, I’m afraid you’ll have to pay to fix it.”

“Oh, I don’t have any money right now.. I promise…” Yaz stopped herself. She could really get herself in trouble with a promise like that.

“A promise huh…” The woman’s grin seemed evil, “Well I suppose I could let you go for a promise. How about this, we forget about the damage and you promise to accept the next audience challenge.”

“Audience challenge…wait…what’s going on here? Who are you?” Yaz knew she must be someone related to Harem Hotel, maybe one of those assistant producers Ciela mentioned before.

“Fine, we both know the damage is made up. Ok, how about a real offer. You make that promise and I’ll give you 10 VP.” Her smile was totally fake, and her demeanor scared Yaz.

“No way. I’m leaving.” Yaz started to back away and then turned to run but suddenly the woman was in front of her blocking her path.

“Fine, how about this. Make the promise and I’ll give Marcos 10 VP. Don’t you want to help him out?”

Yaz paused, it would be good to help Marcos, “How do I know you’ll keep your side of the bargain? And what even is the next challenge, how can I agree to do something I don’t even know.”

The woman shrugged, “I don’t know what it is. I have no control over it. I just want to fuck things up a bit. As for my end of the deal, I’m sure Ciela can vouch for me. Ciela dear, come here.”

Ciela suddenly appeared beside her, looking very angry, “Why are you still here? I won’t let you ruin this wedding.”

The woman seemed eerily calm in the face of Ciela’s anger, “Enough dear. You know as well as I do that we operate only at the behest of the producers. Your issue is with them, not me. Go on, tell her.”

Ciela sighed, “Yaz her deal is for real. She will give Marcos the VP. I know you want to help your friend but I…” Ciela suddenly stopped talking. She grunted and then shook her body, “Fine. It’s up to you Yaz. I’m sorry.”

Yaz was afraid of accepting an unknown condition, but this could really help Marcos out, she wanted to do something good. “20VP.” She said.

“Oooh, a negotiation, I love it. But no, I can’t do more than 10VP. Hmm, ok how about this. 10VP and 10000 BP for Marcos. Do we have a deal?”

“Ok. Yes, I promise to accept the next audience challenge.” The red haired woman cackled and disappeared. Ciela looked sad and stepped forward to give Yaz a hug.

Marcos +10 VP

Marcos 0 BP -> 10000 BP

“I’m sorry Yaz.” Then Ciela disappeared too.

Yaz was about to hurry to catch up to the others when an Audience Challenge Appeared.

Stop resisting and accept your role as the Harem Bimbo. Wear a magical chastity belt with built in vibrating plugs until the end of competition. Reward: Plugs are controlled by audience donations, you’ll earn lots of BP as the audience fucks you silly. Failure: Wear a regular chastity belt with no stimulation until the end of competition.

With a sigh she accepted it. Instantly she felt the melt encircle her waist and intruders push into her pussy and asshole. Instantly they started to vibrate. She fell to her knees as they drove her to an orgasm in seconds, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

Yaz 0 BP -> 1000 BP

Recovering, she stood up again. She saw Beatriz running towards her, “Yaz! There you are, what happened? We thought you were right behind us.”

Yaz sighed, “Sorry. I just took an audience challenge. I’m afraid I might be a bit of a bimbo for the wedding. Will you watch out for me?” Yaz didn’t feel the need to tell the whole truth, she hadn’t helped Marcos for recognition after all. Beatriz agreed of course and together they headed back to the others.

Stephanie had to leave her tablet behind to get into the tub, but it was worth it. That was one thing the yacht was missing, a hot tub. Maybe she could convince Eric to get one. She could stay here all day, just totally relaxed.

Or she could, if she wasn’t the Harem’s ‘Silent Servant’. She opened her eyes and she felt her services were needed. She hurried out of the tub and towards the pool. She found Valerie lying on the ground beside it holding onto her hip.

She tried communicating by giving a thumbs up to Valerie.

Valerie moaned, “No, I”m not ok. That hurt. I slipped and landed hard. I thought my klutz transformation wasn’t supposed to actually hurt me.”

Stephanie saw the water all alongside the side of the deck, and knew how Valerie liked to rush everywhere. She suspected this was not a ‘klutz’ fall, she just fell for real. Still, it was her job to help. She helped get Valerie up and over to one of the chairs.

“Thanks Stephanie, I’ll be fine. Did Marcos come back yet?” Valerie asked her. It turns out there was a men’s bath, and a women’s bath, as well as a sauna and a full service salon. Eric, Marcos and Mali had originally gone to the men’s bath alone, but the rest of the girls weren’t having that. So they’d all gone to the men’s bath together. Still at some point Marcos had left, saying he had an appointment. She knew they all had mani/pedi appointments together later, and a few of them had signed up for massages and haircuts. Stephanie figured Marcos was getting his hair done first, but it was hard to talk without her tablet so she just let it drop, she gave a thumbs down.

Before Valerie could say anything else an employee entered the bath area, “Hello. I have hair appointments for Jenny and Stephanie?” Stephanie waved bye to Valerie and hurried to put her robe on and grab her tablet. Jenny didn’t bother with the robe, she just dried herself off and followed the woman into the salon.

Stephanie was curious what Jenny was up to. She knew Jenny wasn’t shy, but didn’t peg her as an exhibitionist. Besides, with her magical long hair she couldn’t get a cut, could she?

Stephanie and Jenny were first led to the washing station, it felt wonderful having someone treat her for a chance. The poor woman working on Jenny struggled to get all her hair into the sink and Stephanie was done long before she was. Stephanie wanted a radical change. She’d always grown her hair out long, but today she wanted to cut it all off.

She’d had Trinity add the right words to her tablet, “Pixie. Cut. Please.” She told the hairstylist.

“Are you sure? There’s no going back once I cut all this off.” The woman said.

“Yes. Please. Am. Sure.” Stephanie typed out. The stylist nodded and got to work.

Eventually Jenny sat down beside her. “Ooh ya, give me a pixie cut too.” She told her stylist.

The stylist looked at Jenny’s ass-length hair, “Really? That’s a big change.”

“Yep! Go for it!” Jenny said in a bubbly voice.

Stephanie watched as the stylist started cutting Jenny’s long hair. To her surprise her scissors didn’t seem capable of cutting it. Jenny giggled as the stylist tried getting a different pair, and then another, and another. She seemed totally confused.

“I’m sorry miss, I don’t understand. I don’t seem to be able to cut your hair.” The stylist seemed shocked.

“Oh. Ok, no pixie cut. How about this,” Jenny proceeded to describe what she actually wanted. No cut, just some curling and braiding.

Stephanie sighed, it was clear Jenny had only come here to mess with this poor woman. Still the stylist seemed to adjust to the weirdness pretty well. She sat back and relaxed as her own stylist finished up, by the time it was over she’d look like a whole new woman.

Isla was lying face down on the massage table when her harness disappeared. Her arms fell and she brought them up to her face to stretch. Her massage was almost over so she ended it early so she could stand up and really stretch. It wasn’t particularly uncomfortable having her hands close to her waist for a day, but she felt stiff.

She walked over to Alexandra and stroked her hair, “Alexandra, I’m free now. Do you want me to wait, or get it over with?”

“Oh, Isla. Hey. Ya, just do it now,” Isla dismissed the masseuses and took her place by Alexandra’s bum. “Remember, hard hits Isla.” Alexandra reminded her.

Isla remembered, she raised her hand high and smacked Alexandra’s ass. “Hard enough?”

“Ouch, ya. That’s great. 9 more.” Isla raised her hand and spanked her friend 9 more times. By the end Alexandra’s poor bum was red. Isla tried rubbing it gently.

“I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t hurt you.” Isla said sympathetically.

“No, that’s great. Thanks. I feel it click in my mind, I can wear boots again.”

“Ok, take your time here, I’ll go grab some clothes for myself and bring your boots.” Isla went back to the other room where Sarah had left their stuff. She found a cow print dress for herself, and beautiful leather boots with Alexandra, with an 8” heel of course. Returning to the room she helped Alexandra into the boots.

“Thanks Isla, where’d the others go?”

“Oh Trinity is getting her hair done, since she gave me her orgasmic hair she decided to get the real experience instead of using BP. The others have already started their manicures, let’s go.” They turned to leave but were stopped by a tall red headed woman blocking the exit.

“Well hello dears, I’m sure you want to get back to the others, but first I have a proposition for you…”

Isla +7 VP (103 VP 8th place)

Marcos + 20 VP (82 VP 9th place)