Kaylee’s Bizarre Adventure

As night fell over the island, cloaking its streets in darkness, a certain dark blonde woman approached the island’s one and only bridge with a sense of annoyance.

“How humiliating…” Kaylee huffed. Every step the buxom woman took served as a grand reminder of her current scandalous appearance. Her large breasts jiggled from the confines of her tiny camouflage-patterned bra while the cool night air caressed the copious amounts of uncovered skin. She felt quite satisfied when she took it on a test drive after purchasing the accursed outfit. It did exactly as the salesman described it, making her invisible to the people on the streets. However, that was when it looked like typical soldier fatigues, not the camouflage-patterned bra and booty shorts she now donned. But as embarrassed and humiliated as she felt, the fact that she couldn’t hear her own footsteps despite being in 2-inch heels or even see her reflection in the many glass storefronts she briskly passed by proved that the outfit was still performing its function as advertised.

Shaking off her annoyance, Kaylee continued to navigate the shadows like a seasoned professional. After retracing her steps from earlier in the day, Kaylee spotted the security booth stationed at the bridge's entrance. As she predicted, inside the booth was a lone guard mindlessly passing the time by surfing the web on the booth-provided computer. In her investigation, she had overheard several guards comment on how “dead” and easy the night shift was, that it was so easy that you only need a single hand to do it. If that truly was the level of competence she expected from the lonely sentinel, then her strategy couldn’t fail. However, there was always an unpredictable element to missions such as these, so despite it’s seemingly simple to execute, Kaylee had no desire to be complacent.

With practiced stealth, she approached the booth, her heart coolly pounding in rhythm with each careful step. Now, sidling alongside the building, Kaylee heard something unusual coming from inside. The closer she got to the door, the clearer the sound became. And what she heard was something she did not expect.

‘Is… Is that moaning?! Are they watching porn in there?’ Kaylee screamed internally, suddenly derailed from her concentration. To get a clearer understanding, the veteran glanced through the door’s window only to confirm her suspicions. Not only was the guard watching porn, but she was also masturbating to it. Kaylee was bewildered, ‘Only need a single hand, huh?’

In utter disbelief, Kaylee was momentarily stunned as her eyes wandered toward the computer screen to see what the guard was so furiously fingering herself to. On the monitor, a dark-haired man was absolutely railing a beautiful blonde woman. Her face was in absolute ecstasy as she proclaimed her love over and over again to the man lovingly fucking her senseless. Suddenly, recognition slammed into the impromptu voyeur. Kaylee gasped. ‘Isn’t that Dan and his girlfriend?!’

“What was that?!” The masturbating guard called out in alarm, shooting up and fumbling to put back on her uniform. Cursing herself for making such a rookie mistake, Kaylee quickly surveyed her surroundings and found several large boxes around the corner of the security booth. Not wanting to gamble on her magic camouflage working on the guard, the professor found a semi-full box of island brochures and hopped in, closing it to the best of her ability. Within seconds of the veteran concealing herself, the guard burst out of the booth, radio and flashlight in hand. Through a hole in the side of Kaylee's box, she could make out the flustered guard erratically looking around for anything amiss.

Seconds felt like an eternity as the veteran slowed her breath to minimize her discovery further. Eventually, the guard seemed satisfied and let out a sigh of relief. She muttered as she holstered her radio. “Must have been the wind…”

Rolling her eyes at the incompetence of the so-called security guard, Kaylee watched her target make her way back into the booth. Within seconds, the familiar moaning started back up in full ****. Now fully understanding the situation, Kaylee eased herself out of her box and took out the dubious rope she had been carrying since purchasing it during her shopping spree. ‘No more distractions, it’s game time.’

As fast as lightning, Kaylee reached for the door handle and flung it open, revealing the shocked guard caught with her pants literally down. Before the guard could utter a word, the veteran was upon her and wrapped her in a one-armed **** hold. Then, with her free hand, she used her shibari rope to bind and gag the woman using its built-in presets. Within seconds, the security guard was on the ground, utterly immobile, with the sexual rope binding every nook and cranny.

Satisfied with her work, Kaylee sighed in relief and looked around to begin phase two of her plan to escape this dreaded island. Locating the keys to the security golf cart, Kaylee grabbed both them and the radio from the indisposed guard. However, she was unsure why the guard seemed to be flushed and panting with hearts in her eyes. Chalking it up to being something perverse, the dark blonde woman exited the security booth and briskly made her way to the golf cart she had previously noted the guards using to patrol. Soon, the familiar hum of a golf cart echoed through the night as she commandeered the vehicle, its silent electric engine gliding along the pavement.

As she made her way down the long stretch of the bridge, a surge of adrenaline coursed through Kaylee's veins. While the wind ripped through her hair, the woman grinned. Off in the distance, she could make out the mainland and, with it, surely freedom. Then, once she’s escaped, she can continually work to bring each of her fellow victims with her until they are all free of this place. Her face reddened from the recent sight she beheld. ‘Even if some of them are having a great ol’ time here. I’m not leaving anyone behind. Not this time...’

But just as victory seemed within reach, a sudden rumble filled the air, and the bridge began to rise before her, its massive span lifting skyward like a defiant barrier.

“No!” Kaylee's heart sank as she screamed out. At no point during her surveillance had the bridge once revealed itself to be a drawbridge. Now, the bridge, her only route to freedom, had shown its true nature. And to add to the dire situation, the contestant heard sirens approaching from behind.

‘Drats! I brought this blasted radio so I could know if they called for help. Gosh darn it!’ Kaylee cursed internally. In a **** attempt to reverse the situation, she pushed the golf cart to its limits, racing against time as the gap widened between her and the mainland. The sirens grew closer and closer, the high beams of a car behind her beginning to blind her through her rearview mirrors. Eying the angle the bridge still held, Kaylee grit her teeth and made her decision. “I can do this. I can still make it!”

Suddenly, a voice pierced the night air, commanding and authoritative. “Freeze!”

Instantly, Kaylee’s body locked up against her will, causing her to lose speed until her golf cart also came to a halt against the raised bridge.

‘I-I can’t move! How?!’ Kaylee’s mind raced as the sirens pulled up behind her, and a car door whipped open.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” an unfamiliar, husky yet sultry voice purred from behind her. Unable to turn her head, Kaylee cursed internally as clacking heels made their way next to her. “Looks like we have a gal tryin’ to make a break for it. That’s no good. Now is it, Sugar.”

Now in view, Kaylee took in the sight of the dark-skinned beauty in what she could only describe as a stripper-fied police uniform. Her striking amber eyes bore into hers from behind her glasses, and a smirk played about her lips.

“Just so happened to be in the area and stopped to say hey to Donna when I stumbled upon her all wrapped up, all kinky-like.” The woman then pulled out the familiar red rope and tossed it at her. “Figured I’d return it.”

Within seconds, it was Kaylee’s turn to be bound together by the BDSM rope. Her fighting instincts flared as the rope wrapped around her curvaceous form, yet there was nothing she could do while under the seemingly magical command the officer had over her with her words. Her face grew hotter as the rope finalized its **** by wrapping around her two most precious places now: her groin and her breasts.

“Now, ain’t that a handy thing? No wonder Donna was all hot and heavy.” The officer giggled as she towered over the veteran's fallen form. She then curiously looked over her captive's body. “Hm, not even struggling? You must be pretty low on the scoreboard, huh?”

Despite her mouth being uncovered, Kaylee couldn’t voice out her curses and could only send the most heated glare she could. ‘You want to see a struggle? Just you wait…’

The dark-skinned beauty simply grinned in response. “I must say, though, Sugar. What you just tried doin’ is a pretty big no-no. You’re lucky I was around to be the one to catch ya. Some of the “others” wouldn’t be as kind as I am. And ya know, poor ‘Nessa would be beside herself if anythin’ happened to ya.”

The officer then took out a phone rather than her radio and dialed. After a few rings, a voice answered on the other end.

"Heya ‘Nessa! It's Soraya.” A brief pause followed before the now-named Officer Soraya continued, her voice taking on a much warmer tone. "Oh, ya know. Just happened to be in the area, and I stumbled upon a little… situation.

As Soraya listened to her companion's worried response, she turned to her captive and shot her a smile. “Oh no, no. Nothin’ like that, Sweet pea. I just stumbled upon one of your new darlin’s making a break for it.”

After a short exchange, she ended the call and turned her attention back to Kaylee.

"Your ride is on its way," Soraya informed her, her voice laced with amusement. "Someone’s in a bit of trouble."

A few short moments later, a familiar red-headed host appeared out of thin air and leapt into the officer’s generous bosom. Vanessa squealed as she snuggled into her cleavage. “Soraya! I’m soooo happy to see you!”

“I know it’s been way too long.” The two embraced each other in such a way that Kaylee had to think they had some sort of history together. Eventually, the two separated, and Soraya began patting her petite friend's head. “But at least for now, you’ll be seeing much more of me.”

“Oh?” Vanessa tilted her head.

Soraya then put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest. “Yep! The boss lady asked me to come around and help ya out!”

“Wait…She... Asked you?” The host’s face became complicated. “I… okay. Let’s talk about this later, kay? Need to handle a little something first.”

The dark-skinned woman nodded, and the two of them both turned to the bound woman still lying on the ground.

“Now, what am I gonna do with you, Hun?” Vanessa sighed after a couple of moments of pondering. She then glazed over at the scantily-clad officer and grew a smirk. “I reckon a bit of community service will do you some good.”

The vague words caused Kaylee to break into a cold sweat. Soraya giggled at the sight. “Oh, I’m sure it will. Don’t you worry ‘Nessa, I’ll take real good care of her.”

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The next day rolled in hot and sunny, with the beaches on the island practically begging for some sun and surf action. Many different folks were enjoying their beach day, but it wasn't all fun and games for Kaylee. Her time in the sun felt more like a punishment than a perk to her, especially thanks to her company.

"Well, well, well," Soraya teased, her voice dripping with playful innuendo. "I must say, Kaylee, that swimsuit really suits you. The red makes your tits pop."

Kaylee rolled her eyes, refusing to take the bait. "If I’m being **** to do this, I’d prefer some peace and quiet."

Soraya chuckled, undeterred by Kaylee's stoicism. "Oh, come on, Sugar. Where's your sense of fun? Besides, I must admit, you're making quite the splash in that outfit."

Suppressing a groan, Kaylee resisted the urge to retort, knowing that engaging in banter with Soraya would only distract her from her true objective: finding a way off the island.

Dressed in a scandalously tight lifeguard swimsuit, Kaylee stood on the beach under Officer Soraya's watchful eye. She felt humiliated. Her outfit reminded her of the sexualized lifeguards on that TV show she and her soldiers would drool over back in the 90s. It was ridiculous that she, Kaylee Malone, a Second Lieutenant of the US Army, was being paraded around the beach like a sexed-up bimbo under the guise of “community service.”

As beachgoers frolicked in the water and lounged on the sand, Officer Soraya sauntered over to Kaylee with a mischievous glint in her eye. The officer had joined the blonde in donning a lifeguard swimsuit, though hers was slightly different. Kaylee had to admit Soraya was one beautiful woman, but she was far too experienced to be flustered over a little attention from such a vixen.

"Tell me, Kaylee," Soraya teased. "Have you considered a career change? I think you'd make quite the lifeguard."

Kaylee glared at Soraya before returning to surveying the coastline. "I'll pass. I’ve seen enough sand to last a lifetime."

Soraya chuckled, adjusting her sunglasses. "Fair enough. But you've got the look down pat. Maybe we'll have to make this a permanent gig."

Kaylee shook her head, unable to suppress a laugh. “I'll stick to plotting my escape, thank you very much."

Soraya's grin widened. "Good luck with that, babe. Ain’t no one escaping this little slice of reality."

As the day wore on, Kaylee kept a watchful eye on the beach while her mind replayed the events of the night before. ‘I was so close, I’m sure of it! Had this woman not shown up with that voice of hers, I could have made it.’

In her mind, everything she did was perfect. Apart from the minor slip-up with the security guard, her plan was flawless. How could she have predicted a magic slutty officer apprehending her at the climax of her escape? She sighed. ‘I doubt it would work again… Back to the drawing board.’

As directed by her current supervisor, the impromptu lifeguard continued her patrol down the coast. She was to keep an eye out for anything that would require her attention, whether it be performing CPR or blowing a whistle at folks for being too rowdy. It was a pain to be sure, but at the very least, it was a beautiful day.

The beach was buzzing with activity as families and tourists soaked up the sun. Kids built sandcastles near the water's edge while others splashed in the waves. Some adventurous souls tried their hand at paddleboarding, while others lounged on colorful beach towels, sipping cold drinks and enjoying the salty breeze. She even noted an ice cream truck parked along the promenade, attracting a steady stream of customers.

‘An ice cream truck…’ A thought wriggled into Kaylee’s head, eyeing the employees bustling around the vehicle's inside. ‘Ingredients must surely come from somewhere. From across the bridge, perhaps?’

Kaylee formulated a new plan as the sun began to set on the horizon. Soraya had only noticed something amiss when she checked in on the security guard. She surely would have overlooked her traversing the bridge if she had not incapacitated them. Therefore, her new plan was simple. She had to simply stow away in a vehicle that routinely leaves the island like a delivery truck and let someone else make the escape for her. There would be just one problem. How would she get aboard one?

As she began to ponder this new scheme, Officer Soraya announced that her community service had come to a close and that she was free to return to her hotel.

"Look, Kaylee," she began, her tone more earnest than before, "I know you're itching to get off this island. But trust me when I say that trying to escape again won't end well for you."

Kaylee met Soraya's gaze and scoffed. "What’s this? Concern? Laughable after you were the one who prevented my escape in the first place.”

Soraya sighed, a mix of frustration and sympathy evident in her features. "You’re damn lucky ‘Nessa is your host, ya know. Had you gotten stuck with any other one… Well, just try watching some of the older seasons if you want an idea. You may not consider it so, but me catching you is a blessing in disguise."

The veteran rolled her eyes. “So you say.”

Shaking her head, Soraya bid Kaylee goodnight, leaving her to ponder the day's events as she retreated to the sanctuary of her hotel room. Despite the apparent warnings the officer tried to instill in her, Kaylee's resolve wasn’t diminished in the slightest. Though she wouldn’t risk another attempt tonight, as they’d surely be on high alert, tomorrow she’d either escape or go down trying.

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“Well, that’s the last of it.” The man named Donald mumbled as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Today was another day for Donald as he finished loading the last of the cargo into his trusty box truck. Usually, the warehouse gave him a bit more advance notice before saddling him with such a large shipment, but today was different. Apparently, some bigwig on another set put in an express order, and he wasn’t about to rock the boat and earn the ire of his higher-ups by messing this up. Whistling a tune under his breath, he hopped up into his truck, started up the engine, and made his way toward his destination.

Fortunately, there wasn’t much traffic as the truck driver navigated the bustling city and toward the great bridge leading off the set. Folks around these parts seemed to prefer walking as opposed to driving to their destinations. He liked that. It made deliveries to and from this set nice and easy. Especially compared to the ones in big casino sets. Those always sucked.

As he drove, Donald hummed along to the radio, oblivious to the small figure hidden among the cargo in the back of the truck. Hiding in the shadows of the cargo department, the stowaway grinned. Her plan was going exactly as she imagined it would.

Early that day, Kaylee had spent a considerable amount of time on her suite's veranda, looking out into the city to keep an eye out for suitable targets for her plan. She imagined that to stow away successfully, she’d need to find a large enough vehicle that she could easily slip into without anyone noticing. While sipping on a fresh pot of coffee she had brewed for herself and Gabriella, she found it. A reasonably sized box truck was parked just outside a nearby shopping plaza. Adrenaline flooded her body as she quickly suited up in her camouflage suit and made her way to her quarry.

Slipping into the truck was far easier than she imagined. The lone trucker had already loaded several tall boxes that were perfect for providing her cover to slip into the shadows. The trucker himself was none-the-wiser as she did so, seemingly content with whistling an unfamiliar tune and happy doing his job. Then, once he was finished, he rolled down the door and began unknowingly bringing her to her salvation. All she had to do was wait.

And waiting was what she did, sitting in the darkness of the cargo compartment, hearing only the sounds of the truck in motion with a distant radio playing music. Time passed like this for what felt like hours, and as the amount of time grew, so did Kaylee’s anxiousness.

‘According to my watch, it’s been three and a half hours since I got here. Surely, we’re well past the bridge by this point.’ Kaylee was a patient woman, but something about this situation began to gnaw at her. Looking around, curiosity began to take hold as she let her mind distract herself from the unease. ‘What’s in these boxes anyways?’

Rising from her seated position, Kaylee quietly walked toward one of the many various sized boxes and found one opened. Lifting the cardboard folds over, Kaylee peered into the large box and was unsure of what she saw.

“Are these… Body pillows?” The veteran muttered, leaning over to lift one of the large soft pillows from its housing to get a better look. She blinked when she realized they pictured something on them. Something that she had become quite familiar with over the past few days. “Is this… Me?”

Sure enough, a life-sized replica of Kaylee was depicted on the large pillow. One side had her in a stern pose, while the other had her posing naked like a gravure model. Flabbergasted, the now-blushing woman dropped the pillow and investigated a few other boxes. Each held pillows and merchandise of all the other cast members, Dan excluded. Shell-shocked, Kaylee backed away in disbelief. “What in the world?! What kind of sick freak would want this… this perverse stuff.”

Almost on cue, Kaylee felt the truck slow to a halt. In a panic, she dove back to her hiding spot and awaited her chance to sneak out, just as she had done before. ‘Okay… after he opens the door, I’ll wait for his back to be turned, then make a break for it. Simple work, Malone. This is nothing… Why is it so cold all of a sudden?’

Just as she noticed, the temperature in the truck had dropped considerably. It was so cold that Kaylee’s magic camouflage went against its scandalous ways and expanded to wrap her in a much warmer, skin-tight body stocking. Before she could make a quip about it, a voice from outside the truck made her blood run cold.

“Hmm. It took long enough, Donald. I expect everything I ordered is in here?” A direct feminine voice spoke from outside the truck. “Good, I’ll handle the offload. Go find a pleasure woman or whatever it is you trucker types do. Begone.”

With that final word, Kaylee felt a similar sense of compulsion to what Vanessa usually used. Though this felt much more powerful and sinister than what she felt from the lackadaisical host. Cold. That was the only thing that could describe it.

Kaylee’s mind raced. ‘This is a mistake. I need to get out of here fast!’

But before she could move, the truck's door rolled up, revealing the person Kaylee felt this unease from. Standing in the snow under a large red torii was a Japanese woman dressed in a white yukata adorned with blue snowflakes. On paper, the pale-skinned, dark-haired woman was a beauty, but in person, there was a unique discomfort, as if the person standing before her was otherworldly.

“Oh? It would appear dakimakura are getting much more realistic these days.” Cold, dark eyes bore into Kaylee even through the boxes that stood between them. “I know I ordered a complete set, but it looks like I received a spare. How thoughtful.”

Fighting instincts took over as Kaylee lept from her hiding spot and made to overpower the only thing standing in her way of freedom.

“It even moves! How marvelous.” The woman smirked, watching as the veteran froze in midair mere inches from her before she began caressing her captive's face. “Ah yes, the so-called MILF of the new girl’s show. Normally, I’d be a bigger fan, but I’ve been dealing with my own set of so-called MILFs, as my uneducated audience so lovingly refers to them.”

“What the heck are you talking about?” Kaylee wanted to squirm as she felt the cold touch of the woman through her body stocking.

Ignoring the question, the woman continued her monologue. “Hmph, at least you have a kid, unlike most of mine. Is it really so hard to differentiate between a MILF and a mature woman? Porn has ruined yet another distinction.”

“Answer me, demon!” Kaylee seethed.

“Demon? Not quite.” The pale woman then conjured a chair of snow and ice for her to lounge in while her eyes roamed Kaylee’s figure. “Now, I doubt that little bundle of positivity sent you here, and considering your disposition, I’d imagine this was an escape attempt. What folly you have committed, oh kyonyu one.”

The woman then smiled in such a way that froze Kaylee more than the frozen tundra around them ever could. “Which means I am in my right as a host to punish you. I’m sure the short one wouldn’t mind.”

The ice woman then stood up and began pacing around Kaylee as if playing with her food. “Breeding kink? No, you already have that... Petplay perhaps? Hmm… No, there’s another in your group that fits it better. Oh! How about breaking into a song whenever you cum? No? Hmmm. What to do, what to do…”

Every word from the entity in front of her made her want to scream in frustration. This was the second time she had felt so totally helpless in the past few days. Was this who she was trying to escape from? Was escape ever a possibility or just folly as the woman suggested it was?

“Oh, that’s right. You’re one of the ones who is still holding onto your identity as a man. Perhaps we should shake that a bit.” Magic formed around the woman’s hand as she pressed it to Kaylee’s chest. Instantly, a heat pressed itself into her, coalescing around her heart as a transformation took hold of her very being. The heat then dissipated as the woman removed her hand, leaving the helpless woman dreading what was surely taken from her.

“What did you do to me?” Kaylee gasped, searching the face of her tormentor for any clues. The only thing she found was that the woman in front of her, for whatever reason, seemed much less attractive despite knowing she hadn’t changed in the slightest.

“Seeing as you’re playing the MILF of your season, I figured I’d help you along with your new Identity.” Her tormentor then conjured words out of snow in midair that spelled out her fate. “Spelling it out would take out the fun, so how about you read for yourself.”

Passion of a Cougar: Cougars are known to prowl for only those who meet certain criteria, and now so shall you. The recipient of this transformation will now have their sexuality completely directed towards younger legal men. This person will also have a strong desire to pamper and be pampered by them.

Kaylee’s eyes couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “What have you done…?”

“Oh, don’t be so dour. If anything, I’m helping you. Now, you have no reason not to want to be bred by your Master.” The pale woman licked her lips. “And I will enjoy every single moment on the way until you finally fall into that delectable depravity and become the ditzy broodmare of a housewife you’ve always wanted to have for yourself… Delicious.”

With every word, Kaylee finally understood what Officer Soraya had meant when she said she was lucky. Vanessa was an angel compared to the devil before her. She was a fool for thinking she could escape.

Suddenly, as if the mere thought of her acted as a summoning, Vanessa popped into existence next to the despairing MILF.

The host then marched up to the pale woman, whose smile began to falter. “Yuki-Senpai! What did you do to my contestant?”

“I keep telling you I’m not your senpai.” The now-named Yuki sighed and dropped the still-floating woman into the snow. “You lost this, so I was merely entertaining her until you picked up your wayward cast member.”

“But you…” Vanessa turned with worried eyes and looked upon the fallen woman. She sighed. “What’s done is done… Can I even air this?”

“Of course, you can, Child.” The cold woman scoffed. “How else am I going to make my cameo quota this quarter? Now away with you. I have my own toys to play with.”

“Right…” Vanessa leaned over and lifted the languishing veteran. “We’ll be off. See you later, Yuki-Onee-san.”

Yuki huffed. “... I’ll allow it. Just this once, so long as you leave immediately.”

The next instant, both Vanessa and her forlorn cast member were back in the latter's suite.

“You really made a mess of it this time, Hun.” Vanessa sighed, taking a seat on Kaylee’s wide bed. “Of all the hosts you could have fallen in the hands of…”

“Who is she?” Kaylee managed to mumble out.

“You had the pleasure of meeting one of the most esteemed Hosts in the Harem Hotel Network. And she’s been doing this for a much longer time than I have.” The petite host looked Kaylee up and down. “I figured after your first attempt, you would have got the memo.”

Kaylee looked up to meet Vanessa’s eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The ginger-haired woman leveled the most serious face Kaylee had ever seen on her. “There is no escape. You’re in for the long haul.”

Kaylee grimaced. As much as she hated to admit it, Vanessa was right.

Sensing the dread, Vanessa shot her cast member a bright smile. “On the bright side, if you win the show, you could set this all back to normal. Everything with one amazing, omnipotent wish.”

‘Is that really the only way? That would mean I’d have to…’ The memory of seeing Dan having sex with Tori on that security guard's video played back in her mind. This time, though, her face grew rosy as she couldn’t help but imagine it was her in Tori’s place. It pained her to find that she wasn’t at all disgusted by the idea anymore. Thanks, Yuki.

“Now, unfortunately, I do have to punish you.” Vanessa’s words broke Kaylee out of her rumination.

Kaylee was confused. “Huh, but that woman-”

“Gave you a reasonably light transformation,” Vanessa sighed. “In all honestly, you got off super duper lucky. She must have been in a great mood. I, on the other hand, am not. You broke the rules, and therefore, as Host, I must punish you. First: points.”

Kaylee: -15 VP Attempted Escape

Kaylee’s eyes widened as she felt her score drop below zero. She looked up toward the less-than-pleased ginger and saw no remorse.

“You had 4VP, so this now means you are at -11VP. Should you remain in the negative by the end of the next challenge, you will be eliminated,” Vanessa informed her sternly. “Now for the punishment transformation. Seeing as you’ve been off doing your own thing and avoiding your beloved Master, I think it’s fitting we address that.”

Similar to what Yuki had done earlier, Vanessa whipped up a transformation in midair using one of her customary holographic screens.

Honey’s Sweet Kiss(Stigma): Every day, whenever Kaylee greets her beloved Honey/Master, she must kiss him somewhere above the neck. Both parties will receive a varying amount of joy and pleasure depending on the proximity of the kiss to the master's mouth. Should Kaylee go an extended time period without seeing her Honey, she’ll naturally gravitate toward kissing him more earnestly.

Kaylee’s burned red. ‘H-Honey!? But that’s what Joanna used to call me...’

“And to add a bit more opportunity for you to see your Honey, you will be moving into his suite as of tonight.” The host then grinned. “Now you’ll really get to be the housewife the audience voted for. Now let’s go!”

Before the veteran could react, Vanessa whisked the two of them into her Honey’s suite. While Vanessa began remodeling the place to include a full-size kitchen and dining room, Kaylee dreaded the sound of the door of the bedroom opening. There in the doorway was her Honey, mouth ajar as he looked at her with eyes that made her feel something much different than ever before. The way he called out her name, the way he checked out her choice of attire, even the way he smelled. Everything about him made her heart skip a beat. Yet before she could comprehend the newfound feelings budding within her, her body **** her to move closer and closer until she instinctually latched onto his lips with her own.

Conflicted and embarrassed, Kaylee mumbled the only words her heart would let her.

“Hello… Honey.”

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AN: Howdy Howdy! This was a doozy to write, the longest chapter I've ever written! I really hope y'all enjoyed Kaylee's adventure. It was fun brainstorming all the different ways she could've tried to escape and I'm glad I came up with the ones I did! In case you didn't recognize her, Yuki is the host of one of my fellow author's branch! Be sure to support Sho1223 and check out his branch here! (I'll warn you it's quite a bit darker in tone than mine.)

Anyways we're now caught back up with the present, so it'll be fun to see how Dan and Kaylee's relationship will evolve from this point on.

Until next time!