All I Want For Christmas Is You [Elimination Challenge]

Ben knew his answer immediately, viscerally. “You can shove it. No deal, I’d never sell a person, let alone to anyone as sick as you. Whatever fate you make for Marika, I’ll help her however I can.”

Yuki smiles at this. “Ah, well, it’s not like your opinion matters anyways. Now, when you wake up, don’t hide. Only by showing up can you end your girls’ suffering…”

Yuki’s smile is the image he sees as Ben jumps up in bed from his nightmare. Although it was not really a nightmare, but a vision…

Ben reaches to his side to make sure he didn’t disturb Monica, only to find that side of the bed had already grown cold. Looking out of the window, Ben saw it was already late morning. He shuddered as he thought of Yuki’s parting words, jumped out of bed as he decided to confront the problem head-on. It was at that point he heard something from outside.

There is just one thing I need~

Ben cautiously walked toward the sound of singing of a song he had heard countless times in shopping malls, the voice far away, like it was being blasted from some far away speaker, just out of view.

I just want you for my own, More than you could ever know~

As he reached the living room, he heard the song continued seemingly just outside of his door. He also couldn’t help but notice that the statue’s expression had changed, from a look of firm faced pleasure to a gaping mouth of a groan as he fucks the countless women around him.

Santa Claus won't make me happy with a toy on Christmas Day~

Deciding not to focus on that, Ben walks back into his room putting on clothes, before continuing to chase the music, the obvious clue about where Yuki wanted him to go. The hall led to the staircase, the music never getting closer, like he had just missed the culprit. As Ben reached the lobby he saw there was a new decoration.

All I want for Christmas is you~

A Christmas tree stands in its center, fully adorned, with some rather odd decorations. Not sexy decorations, but almost quaint old timey ones. In addition to the expected ornaments, lights, and star atop it along with the popcorn garland, there are little wooden boxes that show the scene of the nativity hanging from the branches, as well as small wooden toys hanging. A nutcracker, a small wooden horse, a little wooden lion.

Still Ben hears the music outside, knowing his journey is not done. So with leaden feet, Ben walks out to a bright field. And as he crosses the threshold, his clothes disappear, leaving him naked. But he doesn’t notice, as his attention is brought upward.

There standing in the center of the courtyard is a massive tree, easily the size of a redwood. It is as tall as the hotel, nearly 400 feet tall, and it is fully adorned. But unlike the quaint tree inside, it is sexily adorned. And it makes sense why Ben saw that tree first. So he could understand what he was looking at, the sheer incomprehensible abomination.

The snow globes from the last challenge made sense now. The snow globes weren't snow globes, they were ornaments hanging from the tree, and within each of them are the various girls as they were at the end of the last challenge, Yua on the gynecologist’s table, Callie tied up. And it is clear that they are not individual as two Emma ornaments hang next to each other. Their possible futures hung like some mild decoration stuffed into a box at the end of the month.

Beside the burning bright bulbs as big as a car, the nativity scenes have been replaced with wooden tableaus of a different sort, as instead it shows the women bound as they were at the end of the puzzle challenge, the various women moaning so loud that Ben could hear them from the ground.

And the toys were replaced with a different kind of toy. There was a wooden horse, but now with attached moaning Callie, a wooden cage showing a trapped Maricela. A wooden stockade holding Emma, not dangling like she should but hanging there perfectly like a wooden figure of a different kind, but still moaning, still clearly experiencing humiliation.

Each of the challenges represented, as mere ornaments beside a massive set of popcorn garland. Countless scenes of vice and depravity decorating a tree with countless reproductions of trauma filling the tree at regular intervals. Life changing moments mass produced. Atop, a white star shines with almost a blinding light. The various lights giving the surrounding area an almost ethereal red, green, and gold glow, like some Christmas fever dream. Oh, how Ben wishes it was a dream.

But Ben knows this is not a dream, as Yuki steps forward from the side. Unlike her usual kimono, she now wears a full white western dress, looking like she was on her way to prom if not for the item she holds in her hands. She holds a velvet lined display with 7 golden buttplugs in notches built to hold them.

“Welcome, my boy, to the elimination! Or should I say, the Elimination Challenge, to the Rosebud challenge. Technically, the rules say an elimination needs to take place during a challenge, but we both know that this is a mere formality. Although our audience will vote on tfs after this. But trust me, our challenge will be quite… enjoyable.”

Ben looks at her angry. “Where are the girls? What are you going to do?”

Yuki tut tuts, “Ben, I know I put on a dazzling show up there, but did you really miss your presents? I sort of wanted to have you wearing footie pajamas to complete the image of the kid coming down for Christmas, but you’re already enough of a joke already. And it’s not what I’m going to do. It’s what you are going to do.”

Ben feels his body move against his will, moving forward. As he does, he sees her. Wendy lies in the snow just ahead, naked. Or at least he assumes it is Wendy, as he can only see her kneeling form, streaked in the various reds, greens, and yellows, making it hard to exactly tell even her skin tone. And her other features are also obscured. Her arms are tied together behind her back with a giant black bow made of leather in a massive bow like a cheap Christmas present, sized like what people sometimes put on cars, blocking his view of her head. Her thighs too are covered by a gigantic bow also made of leather on each thigh, with black stockings descending beneath the bows. A vibrating wand is tied between the two bows, raised to meet her clit, apparently turned on as seen by the moisture along her thighs. That leaves only one part of her that is uncovered, her pussy and her ass. And that is where Ben finds himself walking, until he kneels between her thighs, his cock already hard, despite the fear that courses through him.

Yuki smiles down at him. “Now, don’t worry, I’m not going to tax you too much. After all, I’m the type that knows you should download the patch before giving new tech. All of our girls are ready, having been on the edge of an orgasm for a few hours now. They are so close, but just how close? Well, that will be the challenge. First to cum wins. Now, let’s get into why this is called the rosebud challenge. A certain other show gives roses. I feel like showing just how manufactured that show can feel at times. So, Ben, let’s give you your lines.”

Ben feels his lips move as his arm reaches up, grabbing the first buttplug. His hand moves like a missile, before lingering just above Wendy’s ass. And then he begins his monologue. “Wendy, I know that we have a complicated history. We dated, then we broke up. But I still love you, and I think, ultimately, that you still love me. That is why I have chosen to claim your rosebud.” The plug presses against her asshole. Still the words continue to flow. “I want to get to know you better, really understand you. I hope that I can get to really know you over the coming week.”

And with that, the plug moves down, pressing against her asshole as Ben pushes it in. As Ben thrusts forward, his cock diving into her wet willing pussy. Ben had already fucked Wendy’s ass previously, so it seemed to move more smoothly in. And based on Wendy’s reaction of a moan that is as loud as a scream, she seems to enjoy it. They are not words, but only moans, meaning that she is also gagged in addition to being wrapped like a Christmas present. After 3 thrusts, Wendy cums hard around Ben’s cock, as he pulls out.

Yuki pulls Ben off of Wendy, lifting him up like he was a kitten until he stands above her. “Wow, 1 second, she must’ve been very pent up. Still, that was a very moving speech, Ben. I hope you have such words for our 5 other winners. And for our one loser.” Yuki smiles, knowing with certainty what will come to pass. With Ben’s cock throbbing, he walks away from Wendy, glad that at the very least she is safe. Knowing deep down that she was probably always safe, but knowing that he knows nothing.

The next girl is tied up just like Wendy. The bow on her back, the bows on her thighs, the stockings, the vibrating wand. Unlike the black of the leather of Wendy’s bonds, these ones are brown. Unlike Wendy’s skintone, this ass is no clue, there being a couple of white girls in Ben’s harem. Ben can’t help but think about just how dehumanizing this entire charade is. They don’t even get to tell the audience how happy they are to be saved. They are merely a set of holes to be claimed, then thoroughly used next week. And topping off this feeling of objectification, Ben again finds himself kneeling behind the woman, grabbing the plug, guiding it to the probably virgin ass before him, just one more step in the process. Another pardon in the form of a humiliating conquest. \

“Monica, last night you told me that you think that you love me. And today, I tell you that I want to see where that goes, where our relationship goes from here on out. Monica, you can be anything to me, but in the end, I want you to be Monica, but to be mine. That is why I have chosen to claim your rosebud.” The plug descends. “I hope that you will continue to be whatever I need, when I need it. I hope to really come to understand you over the course of this next week.”

This time, Ben doesn’t thrust forward immediately. Instead, as he presses down, Monica’s ass resists more than Wendy’s. Ben can’t help but wonder whether she is an anal virgin. Still, robotically, his hand moves out a little, only to push a little further in each time. Slowly the plug goes further, slowly widening Monica’s asshole. As the plug reaches it’s furthest point, Ben’s cock thrusts forward as Monica’s asshole grips the base of the plug. Three strokes, deep moans from Monica, and again Ben feels Monica buck under him, no closer to his own pleasure.

Yuki stands there, a stand for the buttplugs that are the contestant’s salvation, the puppeteer controlling everything. “Another one second time! A perfect tie, down to the frame of the video. My god, it’s almost like ranked choice voting has a lot of ties with very few votes. Don’t worry Ben, those were our two first place winners. Now let’s move onto second place.”

The march continues, another white ass greeting Ben as he moves on his path of conquest. At this point, Ben doesn’t even know if he should try to guess who they are, when it feels like they are all the same to him, another ass to be plugged, another pussy to fuck with no sense of completion, of connection. Although based on the black lace of the bows, Ben has his guess of who it is that is in front of him.

“Callie, you were the first girl that submitted to me, the first that I really felt a connection with here. The first to call me Master. Your place here was never in doubt.” And that’s when Ben feels something, deep down, as he says those words. That this is the truth, but obscured, made false. These words are puppetted into his mouth, but they are not wrong, at least mostly. The following sentence is certainly false. “That is why I have chosen to claim your rosebud. I hope that you will find that your submission was well placed, that you come to love me as your Master. I hope to be a Master worthy of you. I will get to know you much better over the coming week.” That other sentence also seems to ring of artificiality.

Callie takes the plug better than Monica, but worse than Wendy. Slowly pushing in and out, it soon comes to rest within her ass. And again, as the plug comes to rest, Ben’s hips move forward, fucking Callie. And again, Ben is left frustrated as he pulls out, this time after 5 or so thrusts. Callie shudders in pleasure and moans, but Ben is already moving on mentally.

“2 seconds, not exactly winning any stamina contests, but better than the 1 second chumps. But that means you come in second, my dear. It really is a shame, how haters hate those who shine the brightest. How they wish to bring them down and ground them, to humiliate them. To wish to humble them and bring them to heel.” It is clear as Yuki goes on that part of her wishes that Callie had been humbled, broken, eliminated. But then she continues on, one more step on the pilgrimage, one more step closer to elimination. And as she looks at the next ass, she smiles.

The white bows tell a lot. The Asian skin tone confirms it. So as Ben kneels between the next set of knees, he is not surprised as the words cross his lips. “Yua, we started off on the wrong foot. I understand why, but ultimately we came to really love each other. Now, I can’t imagine my life without you. And that, Yua, is why I have chosen to claim your rosebud. I hope to give everything you ever want. And maybe I have.” Ben wonders at those words. Does that mean? “I want you to really understand your place in the coming week.”

Yua also struggles with the plug. But by this point, Ben doesn’t want to keep a laundry list of who is fast and who is slow, who it is more of a **** for. So he is thankful when he moves his hips forward, when her moans sound not with pain but with pleasure, when he thrusts quickly to an ending all too swift again, knowing by this point the words that will cross Yuki’s mouth as Yua spasms beneath him.

“3 seconds! I wouldn’t have placed you third, but I guess you’re still working off some of that negative karma from the start. Monica, Callie, and Wendy did submit without me having to make… let’s just say harsh measures. Still, I think you should’ve placed higher. At least I didn’t need to use my contingency plan. My deal with that white girl would’ve been quite the surprise for her, that’s for sure.”

Ben is the only person available to ask. “Wait, wha…?” His words are cut short, before the stud is moved forward along his line of mates, an animal just like any of the others. Still, with half of his girls saved, he thinks on who is left. It’s the 4 that he knew were more likely to be eliminated. Ashley still had not been saved. Emma. Maricela. Marika. None of them had seemed to make as big of an impression as the first four.

The next set of hips was very clearly one of them. The red bows gave a big hint. But why need a hint, when the chastity belt still rests between her thighs? Yuki smiles, leaning down. “Well, that’s 24 hours. And after all of that teasing, I think that she might have another little religious experience. Now, pronounce your judgment on your sexy lawyer, claim your place as her Master.”

“Emma, we never really had a chance to have sex this week. In a way, part of me wonders if you even like me now. Although I think that I’ve seen you looking at me in that way, as a boyfriend or a Master. But regardless, I have decided. That is why I have chosen to claim your rosebud. And yes, also your pussy. I hope that we can have a more organic moment over the course of this next week.”

Emma’s hips sway, but what Ben takes as resistance at first, is quickly revealed to be excitement as she thrusts her hips higher, trying to take the plug quicker. As Ben’s hips move forward, Emma’s reaction is the greatest of all of them so far, sounding almost not like she is being fucked, but like she is letting go of years of frustration. Still, as has become the pattern, she lasts barely any time at all.

Yuki’s commentary is illuminating. “Another 3 seconds, another 3rd place. Still, she had almost a full 24 hours of edging, so I can’t say I’m too surprised. If anything, I’m surprised that she’s not still crying like a banshee from her orgasm that I denied her for so long. But again, there will be time for that later.”

“... is what I would say, except for now, we have a commercial break! When we come back, the final 2! Who will stay in the harem? Who will be eliminated? Can our production schedule return to some semblance of normalcy, given how perfect the timing will be? Come back to Harem Hotel: Corporate Restructuring, to find out!”