Dream Intermission Five

After a bit of disorientation I realized I was lying in bed with my host. We'd been doing this a lot since I no longer shared a room with Agnes, it was far more comfortable that in hers were the closest thing she had to a bed was the small artificial pond she rested in.

We'd tried playing around in that once but the water was far too cold for me, a nice hot bath was much better for that sort of thing in the water with each other. The fact she could breathe underwater had led to some interesting play options as well.

Things had been a touch more awkward this time, getting used to my new height, but we fit just fine lying down together.

I'd calmed down a lot having used up a great deal of aggression in our love making to her delight. There was still a deep anger in me though.

"What will you do now?" She asked me, her emerald green eyes piercing my soul.

I sighed and held her close. "I will spend as much time with you as I can before you have to return to the water. Tomorrow... Tomorrow we'll see how the others react. If they come to me I may forgive, if not well I have the first night with Steven this week and we'll make plans. He seemed more upset than I was."

Her musical laughter tinkled in my ears along with a shot of pain. "Oh he is. After the transformations, back in the suite, he demanded I hand out punishments to the coconspirators. Did not want to listen as I tried to explain that's not how the show works."

"The audience loves drama." I sneered.

"Normally so, but you are a fan favorite. There is a great deal of upset in the comments as well, though some people do revel in the chaos as always."

I nodded. "So they will be excited for me to take my **** then. Drama and chaos and payback all in one."

She hugged me close and tried to sooth me as my anger threatened to rekindle back to the surface. "This week promises to have the best ratings yet. Do what you have to my love."

I took her head in my hands and looked deep into her eyes. "For you, my love." And with that I kissed her deep as pain and darkness swirled in my head.

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I staggered while walking the hall, suddenly dizzy with a bout of pain, but brushed it off. They hid from me, huddled together during meals keeping their distance. All but Tonya who was still my friend, no matter how infuriatingly stubborn she could be. Her last transformation taking away her ability to wear clothes had not lessened her distaste for Steven in the slightest.

He probably shouldn't have stared so hard when she'd been stripped by our host, though it was hard to blame him with the body she'd been given.

I opened the big golden double doors and stalked into the suite, letting them slam shut with a boom behind me.

Steven looked up from where he had been pacing at me with a look of trepidation on his face. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. They hid what they were planning from me as well." He was worried I was mad at him? Well everyone else had treated him like shit, of course he was worried about losing his only friend in this madhouse.

"It's okay Steven, I don't blame you for what happened." Walking up to him made my new height more apparent. What was I now, two and a half feet taller than him? "Should we sit? We need to talk."

That brought a smile to his face. "I don't mind looking up at you you know. Most of my life I had to look up at my mother."

"Steven..."

He raised a hand. "No, I know. You are not my mother. That transformation would have ruined everything. You do remind me of her but you are far nicer, more kind, to me than she ever was. I could wish she had been more like you but I know the difference and I don't want that blurred."

I nodded. "It certainly would have... complicated things."

He laughed again, a harsh bark. "That's putting it mildly. How are things?" He gestured up and down at my body.

"It's certainly been interesting getting used to. You wouldn't think a single foot would change so much but it has."

Steven nodded. "Square cube law."

"Excuse me?"

"Doubling the size of a object increases it far more than that across all dimensions." He started excitedly. "Sure magic is involved here, but it can't completely ignore physics." At my raised brow he shifted gears. "Look you know how a ant has tiny legs compared to their size?"

"Sure."

"But then a elephant has massive trunks for legs instead. scaling up a animal, even a person, does so much more than just make you taller."

"Your books again?" Steven had a massive collection of books he spent most of his time here studying. Something he said his mother had despised. He was about to launch into more but I was distracted by sight of Agnes. "Steven..."

Caught with his mouth open he looked over at what had caught my gaze and blushed. "Oh yes. Um, sorry?"

"Steven we talked about this. She is your responsibility now, you can't just leave her in her own filth like this." Walking over I saw more clearly she sat in a pool of old milk, I was surprised the room didn't reek of it. She was also dirty and her ass was splattered with his old sexual fluids. "She's still a person as well as your pet Steven, she deserves better than this." He had told me with her mind gone she'd developed a need for sex, I'd tried not to be judgmental about his using her but I still didn't like it, and to leave her like this...

"Sorry. Mom never let me have a pet, I'm not used to her needing me."

"We can get her cleaned up after we talk but you really need to do better Steven, I'm disappointed in you."

He looked ashamed and couldn't meet my eyes. "I'm sorry Sharron. I'll do better , I promise." He looked up excited then suddenly. "Oh ***** told me I could get a magic milker for her, that should make her more comfortable and keep her out of her own milk."

I blinked at the blast of pain from his use of our hosts name and clutched my head for a moment them wiped my sticky hand on my dress. "That's a very good idea Steven, you should do that. but first our talk?"

He nodded, already looking like he'd forgotten Agnes. Well we'd still get to her later. "Yes, yes lets sit."

We moved back towards his library as I gave Agnes a last look. She hadn't given us a single glance.

He moved books from the second chair in his reading nook then sat in his looking excited. As I took my seat, ignoring the groan from the stressed wood, he started talking again. "So what do we need to talk about? Putting the others in their place, yes?"

I nodded. "Yes. I need an invitation from you to the suite for the week that I may come along with the others if they like it or not."

"Oh I like the sound of that. Yes, yes you have a open invitation to the suite this week."

"Good, that will make things much easier. Thank you Steven." He nodded, beaming at the praise. "I will come with and make them serve you as they should, under me. They will be put in their place and piss themselves at the thought of crossing me again after I am done with them."

Steven clapped with glee, his eyes shining. "That sounds fantastic! I told ***** I wanted them punished but she wouldn't do anything. I'm the master, I should get what I want and I want them punished!"

"Steven, Steven. The show doesn't work like that." I still couldn't say her name, it hurt to hear but was just out of reach. "She has rules of her own and masters she must appease. They have to cross her rules for her to punish them, like she did to Agnes." I grimaced at the thought of how that had destroyed her chances in the competition. How was she supposed to move forward with such a handicap holding her back? Her treatment had not been fair.

"But you'll punish them for me?"

"I will punish them for us."

I sat back in the chair and faded into darkness as he laughed.

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Back in the hallway again. Again? I shook my head to clear the vertigo.

"You doing okay there?" Tonya asked me, looking concerned.

I smiled down at her. "I'm fine, I'm more worried about you."

"Ugh! I know. You don't have to come with me Mom, I'm a big girl now." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Tonya you have zero VP, one miscalculated insult to Steven and you go negative. I know you don't like being in his harem, and I do not blame you one bit, but this is the hand we've been dealt. If you can't be civil to him tonight I swear I'll turn you over my knee and spank you."

"You would too wouldn't you, bully. You'd really cost yourself points striking me just to try and make me get along with that pig."

I shook my head. "Agnes lost points hitting Steven. I gained when I threw the bitch in the fountain and I'd probably get even more spanking your ass while he watched, but that isn't the point. What you're doing isn't sustainable, sooner or later you are just going to end up like Agnes and I can't watch that."

We walked in silence for a bit then Tonya stopped and leaned back against the wall of the hallway. "Look you can't say anything about this, and I mean fucking anything, right?"

She looked very serious. "I don't know what you are talking about but I can keep a promise to keep silent."

She chewed on a well manicured, perfect pink nail. She'd tried to wreck them, but like her hair they just came back. "I'm not staying in the harem. Soon I'll be out and it won't matter, none of this will matter. An elimination won't matter. You've been a good friend Sharron but you can't help me. Try not to mourn me."

"What are you talking about? There's no way out of the harem, we're bound for the rest of our lives. She told us so."

Tonya barked a bitter laugh. "Yeah about that." She sighed. "Sharron I have leukemia, I was already dying before ***** brought me here. I've been getting weaker, despite what my Barbie body looks like, I don't have long and then I'll be free."

I felt sick. "Tonya. They have magic here, they could heal you. You don't have to die."

She glared up at me. "Yeah I know ***** could heal me and that's why you can't say any fucking thing to her!" Sighing she sank back against the wall again. "I've made my peace with this Sharron, was ready to go even before. I was making one last tour of the country on my bike, I'd already said my goodbyes to my family."

I shook my head and ignored the pain. "May the Goddess embrace you and carry you home Tonya."

She poked a elbow into my side and started back up the hall with a smile. "Thanks for that, you pagan weirdo."

Starting after her the hallway lurched again...

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Feeling disoriented again I took a quick look about. I was in the master suite holding a handful of Maria's lush black hair.

Maria was only wearing the leather bindings holding her arms behind her back and her necklace, the golden cock between her breasts and likewise spattered with her spit.

She was on her knees kneeling before a equally naked Steven. I tried to avoid looking at him. He had been extremely embarrassed to disrobe around me and kept his gaze on the busty Latina instead.

It was quite easy to not have to look at his penis though as it was currently down her throat.

She choked and gagged as I abused her throat with his dick.

"That's right slut. That's how you fucking worship a cock. This is your proper place, on your knees before your lord you worthless trash."

I'd done so much to help this fucking whore and she'd taken Camilla's side over me. Well she now knew how that went.

I pulled her head from his shaft with a pop and she gasped for breath. "I want to hear you beg. Beg for the sacrament from your lord's sacred balls. Beg for forgiveness that you might be worthy of his seed."

"Por favor no mass. Please, I'm sorry." She coughed up more phlegm that smeared her already soaked breasts. "Forgive me, soy basura. No more."

I thrust her face back forward to Steven's glee. "You're going to have to do better than that whore." I worked her more as she continued to gag.

Steven gave me the signal that we'd discussed and I pulled her back again. He was having a harder and harder time keeping from spewing.

"Beg your lord to gift you his holy seed, we can do this all night." I seriously doubted Steven could.

Tears streaming down her face Maria coughed, sucking in air while she could. "Dios mio, please give me your cum. Please let this end. Lo siento mucho."

I twisted her head to look me in the eyes, she tried to shy away at first but I insisted. Looking deep into her eyes I told her. "Now beg me."

"I'm so sorry Sharron. I never should have listened to her. Por favor." I nodded and impaled her throat on Steven's cock and in no time he was shaking as he emptied his balls straight into her stomach.

He fell back on the bed exhausted as I pulled her free again. "Very good. You can learn when given the proper motivation. Now lick him clean and we can get you more presentable looking in the bath afterwards. If I'm feeling kindly I may even let you eat me out." I let go of her hair and sobbing she began to lick Steven's flaccid penis clean.

Not wanting to watch I looked over and met Agnes's empty gaze. There was no judgement there, there was nothing there, and yet still I felt dirty.

I closed my eyes with a sigh and the world moved.

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As a shock to both of us it turned out Steven's master suite had a dungeon attached. When we'd been discussing our plans for the week I'd wondered where I could get a suitable tool to use on Lucia. Our host had showed up and led us to the door that opened on the chamber.

Steven had taken one look and ran away, his face white as a sheet. Bad memories of parental discipline I could only imagine. I'd found a fine riding crop that met my needs and suggested she lock the room. I wouldn't need it, and Steven didn't look like he could handle it.

Having Lucia over my lap as I swatted her bare ass didn't seem to bother him at all though.

I shook my head as she squirmed. This had been a bad week for vertigo, perhaps I'd been pushing myself too hard? No, things were working well. Maria had taken to calling me Mistress now.

I brought the crop down again lightly on a reddened buttock as Lucia cried. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Forgive me Daddy!" Both Steven and I flinched at that. We both really hated Lucia's new transformation.

I spanked her ass again. "Don't try to use his name, you should know better by now."

"Daddy please don't let her hurt me!" I sighed. This was going to take a while, maybe I should go get a gag.

I shook my head and the room spun.

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I stumbled a bit following behind Camilla as she crawled along cleaning the floor. I was definitely pushing myself too hard, but I was pushing them even harder.

Unlike her minions Camilla wasn't naked. As much as she hated the maid uniforms she might have enjoyed that but it wasn't possible. The only time she was allowed out of one was in the shower, were the old one melted away with the water and a new one appeared after she dried off.

That didn't mean the dresses didn't give leeway for fun, like how in her current state I'd lifted the bottom of her dress over her back leaving her white ass completely exposed to the blows from my crop.

I swatted her ass again to get her attention. "Yes, you're doing much better work now. I'm glad I could motivate you properly." She didn't respond as she was busy cleaning the stone floor of Steven's room, with her tongue.

She'd actually folded far easier than either of her lackeys. I probably didn't even need to still be slapping her, but I was still pissed.

I slapped the side of one of her dangling breasts, that I'd pulled the top of her dress down to expose. "That's enough cleaning the floor I suppose."

Hearing that she turned and bowed before me. "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." She was a little hard to understand with her somewhat swollen tongue, but it was a mantra she'd been saying a lot this night.

Steven was sitting in his chair reading one of his books. He'd glance over from time to time but had told me earlier he didn't trust himself when it came to punishing Camilla so put her completely in my hands. I hoped I wasn't going as overboard as he feared he would.

I looked down at the albino maid. The tears streaking her face had long dried and she'd run out of fresh ones to replace them. She needed something to drink.

"Come with me." I stalked off towards Agnes. True to his word Steven had gotten the milkers from our host and the cow girl looked much happier with them working away on her breasts. She was cleaner too though still splattered with Steven's seed. He really did need to clean up after himself better, of course that's what maids were for...

I looked back at Camilla, who of course had crawled after me. "Time for a break. Unhook one of her breasts and drink your fill, I won't have you collapsing on me."

She flinched at that still. She'd not been quiet about her disgust when Agnes was given her lactation transformation and had been quite pissed when her new maid duties had included mopping up after her mess. However obedience had well and truly been beaten into her ass this night so she followed my orders and began chugging down fresh milk.

Agnes gave a happy Moo at being used. I ruffled her hair, looking deep into her eyes, trying to find any sign of the determined woman I once knew. But I saw none of that.

With a sigh I turned back to watch Camilla drink. With her tits out I had to admit the bitch was good looking, if only she hadn't decided to make me an enemy.

Once she was finished drinking I had her place Agnes's nipple back in the milker's cup and then led her back around behind the cow woman.

"Breaks over. Your next task is to clean up Agnes." Carmen looked over at the other woman's filthy nethers then up at me in horror, ah so she could still be pushed. Guess my work wasn't yet done.

"No, please Mistress no." She begged.

I reached down and cupped her chin with my hand and raised her eyes to mine so she could see the anger still burning in them. "Oh yes. I expect every inch of her to be spotless by the time you are done. Every nook and cranny. Do a good enough job and I just might not **** you to dust the room after with the duster shoved up your ass."

Sobbing she managed to find fresh tears, but still she crawled over and began to dutifully lick Agnes's leg clean.

This had been a good night I decided, then the pain hit me again and I took a misstep to the side.

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My anger was long gone now, replaced by cold and dread.

As I fumbled in disorientation Tonya reached out and steadied me. We shared a sad smile.

I had pushed myself too hard this week and had only come in second place in the challenge. None of us did well though, Lucia coming out on top by only a single point.

You'd think as an American Tonya should have easily won shooting the clay pigeons out of the sky. Shooting a shotgun should have been like breathing to her yet she hadn't hit a single target. She'd come in last, and was about to be eliminated.

I couldn't even be bothered to worry about my impending transformation as I looked into her eyes.

Our host stood to one side in communion with her Producers, deciding the blonde woman's fate. At least this time I got to say goodbye with us all having been on the range together.

"It's okay Sharron. They can't hurt me anymore and soon I'll be free."

"It didn't have to happen like this."

Tonya just shook her head as our host stepped forward. "It's been decided." In a whisper only the two of us could hear she continued. "I am so so very sorry. Please forgive me."

She waved her hand and Tonya stiffened as her skin took on a glossy latex like look and her mouth opened in a obscene O shape. Her joints also took on a hinged doll like look.

I looked at our host, my love. "What happened? What did you do to her?"

She sighed and looked pained. "She is now a living sex doll, unable to move on her own but can be positioned as one likes. I have to send her on to the master suit so we can have the votes."

I looked back at what once was Tonya, now just a sex doll. She truly had been made a toy. She was probably only still standing because I held her doll like hand.

"Good bye Tonya." I left her with our host and walked to my spot by the chairs yet again. I felt so cold inside. The cancer couldn't take her now but she was still as dead as Agnes.

Taking my spot I saw Steven looking at me with a troubled look on his face. There was no love lost between him and Tonya I knew, her animosity had taken care of that, but he still very much did not like to see me in pain. I tried to give him a reassuring smile, I do not think it worked very well.

Soon our host approached the four of us who were left. Not much of a harem I supposed, my love had told my in secret some of the other hosts were talking about bringing in replacements for those eliminated. I didn't much care for the idea of bringing even more people in to be tortured for the audiences amusement though.

I didn't pay attention to Lucia's congratulations or Maria's options, still lost replaying Tonya going from a person to just a object over and over again in my mind.

I did look up when a pale blue hand reached up to take my own. She gave me another sad smile. "We have some... interesting choices this round for you."

Interesting was a understatement.

"So if I understand this right I'm going to be turned into some kind of dragon, a vampire, or a demon? You're taking my humanity away from me no matter what people vote?"

"These are what came up. You've been amazingly popular this whole season, I think this is supposed to be considered something of a reward."

Some reward. "Well I want nothing to do with Christian mythology so you can keep your demon transformation. How extensive of a change are we talking with the dragon one?"

She laughed, glad to see this was distracting me from what came before. If only she knew. "Certainly not too far, this is Harem Hotel after all and we need to keep you looking sexy! Wings and tail for sure, horns claws and fangs probably."

I thought about it briefly, that didn't sound too bad. "I could live with that." Didn't sound much like the legendary Ollphéisteanna of home. Much more like Welsh or British dragons, maybe I'd even be red like my hair. Maybe I'd breath fire.

"Steven?" Our host had turned to the master.

"That's some crazy wild stuff. I mean I've seen a lot on this show but these, wow. Um, which do I like best? Sharron doesn't like demon so that's out obviously. Dragon would be cool to see but honestly vampire fits her look more."

I couldn't deny that, my look would hardly change at all dressed in Goth style as I did. Still to be undead wasn't a pleasant thought.

Our host moved on to Camilla while I pondered the impending loss of my humanity. Tonya's loss of humanity.

This week had cost me so much I just felt burnt out, as hollow and empty as Tonya now was. I just couldn't care.

Steven's voice cut through my introspection. "Can we amend that last one? I'd love her to have to call me Master but I really want her to have to call Sharron Mistress too."

I snorted, we didn't need a transformation for that.

"I'm sorry Steven, I have no power over the votes. They simply are as you see them."

"Well that's stupid, you should at least have some way to block bad ones. Like a veto or something."

I shook my head, he had no idea just how much the Producers ran the show. Our host, I almost had her name, had told me in private she was little more than a figure head. Maybe some day the hosts would be left more in charge.

Shaking my head in pain I lost a bit of time, when I was coherent again she was standing before me once more.

"Votes in, are you ready?"

"Which one?"

"As I said, vampire won. Are you ready to be a Mistress of the night?"

"I suppose as ready as anyone would be."

I had thought I was cold before but as the life drained out of me it got so much worse. As did the pain. Then both faded away to be replaced by a burning ravenous hunger. I blinked open eyes that I had clutched shut and the world sprang back in a clarity I'd never witnessed before. I could see the pulse quicken in the veins of Steven's neck as he beheld me reborn. I could now smell his fear.

Our host still stood before me, she didn't smell of fear. Just of water and magic, giving me a brief vision of a beautiful lake.

A **** thirst drove me towards her and she smiled, tilting her neck to one side, offering herself up to me.

I embraced the blue haired woman and sank fangs deep into her pale blue neck, drinking all that she had to give and more. Her vitality flowed into me and I realized for the first time just how strong she was.

I was full before even a noticeable drop of that well of power was consumed. Blood like cool clear water ran in my veins. Power suffused me.

Thirst sated I stepped back, looking into her emerald green eyes. "Thank you Nimue. I don't know what I would do without you."

She laughed. "Probably something pretty **** and reckless." We laughed together as the sky bled darkness and drowned the world.

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Shar blinked awake finding herself holding Tonya in her arms. Had she tried to drink from the poor woman in her sleep?

Sorry about that she thought to the other woman looking back at her.

It's okay Sharron, you can't hurt me. I could wish that I had blood to give you.

One miracle at a time. I finally have her name. Nimue.

Tonya slowly blinked her doll like eyes. Yes of course, Nimue. I could feel she would be smiling if she could.

I felt triumphant. A name! With this I could gather all the lost threads of her being.

"Nimue, my love. I'm coming for you."

It was time to do something **** and reckless.