Laura Mayer... who?

Laura woke up with the warm light of dawn staining her face. She let out a soft yawn, taking a moment to enjoy that sweet moment between sleep and wakefulness, where the softness of the silk of her sheets felt best against her skin.

But she had to get out of bed, she had a busy day ahead of her. She sat on her soft mattress, letting the sheets fall to reveal a curvy pale body, covered only by a white nightgown. She stretched to loosen her muscles and got going.

She got out of the king-size bed, took a few steps through her room, quite large, more than necessary, to a double-door closet. She opened it, inside were displayed on either side of the walls countless sets of clothes. From among them she carefully chose two, one for the morning, and one for the afternoon. The first would be for inside her house, where she would do her morning routine, and where she had the freedom to dress more comfortably. The second was for the afternoon, when she would have to meet with investors, so she would have to wear something more professional.

She put the second outfit aside to put on later and changed into some grey jogging pants and a tank top. She left her room to be accommodated by her employees, who were already waiting outside, and greeted them politely. She walked down the long hallways of her house until she reached another room, her personal gym, where she began her routine.

With headphones on, she started running on a treadmill at medium speed, while a digital assistant read her the list of matters that would be discussed at the afternoon meeting. Technically, she didn't have to go, she was beating up several managers to manage her finances for her, and she didn't understand many of the things that were discussed at the meetings, but that was why she wanted to go, she had to learn.

She had enough money and resources to spend her life without working, but she had learned over the years that this was, by far, quite boring. So she spent her time trying to learn about the business she had inherited. She didn't want to end up like many of the idiots in her social circle, too blinded by their wealth to realize their own stupidity.

In fact, she had been like that a while ago, she didn't understand the reality of the world and that led her to make several mistakes, she almost lost everything. So now she was learning, she was getting advice from one of her managers, a close friend, and she was practicing with small ventures, like the purchase of a foreign law firm a few months ago.

He finished running and started doing squats. He had started to sweat and his black hair started to stick to his face, obstructing his vision. He adjusted his hair, having forgotten to tie it back, and continued. He thought about how he would handle today's meeting, whether he should get more involved than the last one or stay out of it.

After an hour in his gym, where he did several exercises that the physiologist he hired recommended, he went to the bathroom to take a refreshing shower. The bathroom, like everything in his house, was too big for a single person, the shower took up sixty percent of the room, it could be considered a Jacuzzi. He stripped and gave himself a quick blast of cold water, after which he put on a bathrobe and went downstairs. There, in the kitchen, a breakfast was already waiting for her, prepared by her chef, he was new, she hadn't learned his name yet, the previous one, Joffre, had to resign for some reason, she thought it rude to inquire into his personal life. His replacement was younger, a little attractive with that budding blond beard, and professional enough not to look at the neckline of his bathrobe.

— Her breakfast, as indicated in the instructions —. On the marble table she placed several plates of bread, cold cuts, muesli, cereal, scrambled eggs, a cup of coffee, and a jug of orange juice. He looked quite proud of his work,

— It looks delicious, eh, sorry I still don't know your name —. Laura apologized, as she sat at the table and began to eat. She wouldn't finish everything, she never did, but she liked to have options to start the day.

— Hans, miss, don't be ashamed —. She didn't say anything else.

It wasn't a natural end to the conversation, but rather an abrupt cut-off, which usually happened with new employees, who thought it was rude to talk to their boss. Laura tried to think of something to break the ice, but she also had the defect of not being able to relate well with her employees. She knew the older ones well, she even invited them to parties on special occasions, but that was because they had been together for years. New employees were difficult for her, not knowing how to approach a conversation that wasn't related to... well, what she usually did; shopping trips, finances, the latest fashions, trying to get tickets to a play, or, if she was really bored, getting a VIP pass to a filming of the moment. These weren't topics that could be discussed with everyone.

She was quite aware that many would consider her hobbies a waste, her oldest and most trusted employees had confessed this to her, and even Francesca, her advisor friend, but it wasn't as if she could do much more, or rather less. Her disdain for saving was worse a few years ago.

So she concentrated on finishing her breakfast, she would have a chance to talk to Hans later. When she was about to leave to continue with her routine, she was interrupted by the strange sound of her doorbell, announcing the arrival of a visitor. A little alarmed, given that it was strange that she would receive company so early, and without calling before coming, she went to a telephone that was on a column in the kitchen, a direct line to her doorman.

— Winston, who is it? — Laura asked her elderly guardian. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that Hans was trying to hide his interest.

»Lady Francesca, ma’am.

Was Winston’s terse reply, short and concise, as is his style.

— Ah, I’m glad, let her in, tell her I’ll see her in the drawing room when I’m ready. — His warning sent, he went back up to the first floor of his house, back to his room.

As he expected his bed was already made and tidied up, with the second outfit he’d set out laid neatly on it, he planned to put it on later, but if he had to see Francesca, he preferred to be dressed up.

He removed his robe to replace it with pantyhose, a black pencil skirt, and a white shirt. He left his tie and heels aside, he trusted his friend enough not to have to put them on. He turned to his dressing table to fix his hair when he felt dizzy.

Thanks to the mirror she was able to see herself, but despite being able to do so she was unable to process her own appearance, with unfocused and glassy eyes, with a neutral expression. Absentmindedly, internally, she began to wonder if what was happening to her was normal. But those thoughts went nowhere as others **** themselves into her mind, a need, no, an obligation, to leave her room.

She headed for the exit, barely noticing that her door had disappeared, replaced by red curtains, that compulsion was more powerful than her sedated mind. The curtains parted on their own, revealing nothingness itself. Without hesitation, Laura walked through the doorway.

— Laura Meyer, millionaire, owner of a financial investment firm, the exit ticket from a life of work for the master.

Laura, who had been slightly more conscious than the rest of the contestants (thanks to the mirror), remembered how she had gotten there, and when her mind was free to process the information correctly, she was paralyzed by shock. The knowledge, not only that something impossible had happened to her, but of losing the autonomy of her mind, and regaining it, were events too complex to bear.

— And… this —, Isabella passed a hand through her field of vision, the contestant did not even blink —, she does not react —. She snapped her fingers several times in her face, small sparks coming out of them, as if she were trying something —. Oh, this is bad. Ladies and gentlemen we will momentarily cut the transmission due to technical difficulties.

A human brain was prepared to process certain things, such as only a small section of the electromagnetic spectrum, measurable angles, natural forms, among other mundane things. There were, on the other hand, elements that, due to the structure of the universe in which they live, they cannot bear to see, not because it is traumatic, but because the very existence of those elements clashes with the physical laws of reality, such as a ray of light that has a speed different from the speed of light, a figure with negative angles, an Englishman without rotten teeth, or an existential void between dimensions.

— Shit, shit, shit —. These were the curses that Isabella let out as she circled around Laura, scrutinizing every last gram of her person, unlike with the other contestants, this had no lascivious intention. «The trance was supposed to protect her mind, what the hell happened?»

On the other hand, the seated women and their teacher looked bewildered by the abrupt change of paradigm, the most dismayed were Graciela and Serena, who expected another introduction like the others. The one who reacted the least to everything was Gretchen, who had not seen the treatment received by others before her. — Is this normal? — Gretch whispered, still naked, but her shame set aside for an opportunity to learn.

— It usually happens like it does to you, you go in, you get scared, you do something, and she takes control of your body — Grace answered, since Serena was still silent — Or so I think, Matías, you were here before me, did something similar happen?

— N-no — the owner of the women was hesitant, but not because he hesitated in his answer — nothing similar happened. But something else worries me, he said that all the ones he would bring would be people I know, but I had never seen that woman.

— Are you sure about that? — Karla asked, everyone kept a low tone, as if they were afraid that Isabella would do something to them for speaking —. Until now it followed that pattern.

It may have been strange that they, who were told they would be this boy's slaves, spoke to him so calmly, but they were more afraid of Isabella than they were disgusted by Matías, and the smarter ones didn't hold him responsible for anything, they had no context of what happened before his arrival.

With the exception of Serena and Gretchen, the former was getting tired of being **** to smile, her mouth was already sore and she tried to relieve her cheeks by rubbing them, but she looked at Isabella with dismay. Gretchen didn't know the boy at all, she only saw him once and forgot about his existence until now, she didn't know if he was guilty of this or not, but she didn't like the way he stared at her when she first arrived, she even noticed his erection no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

— Ah! Primordial blood!

The group's musings were interrupted by Isabella, so they assumed it was a curse. Everyone fell silent and froze, like a fawn blinded by the headlights of a car. Her jailer was scratching her head vehemently, for the first time they saw her without her oversexualized attitude.

— A fucking mirror?! —. Isabella, who delved into the memory of Laura's paralyzed mind, gave herself a facepalm —. At least it can be fixed, it's just a minor edition of consciousness, the problem is the parietal lobes, I'm going to have to reconstruct them. Holy crap —. She stammered to herself.

The few who managed to understand what she was talking about turned pale; Matías and Karla, if someone who only came to the program suffered such brain damage, what would await them?

— No, I can't take it anymore, I'm not going to let you destroy my brain, get us out of here, I don't want to... — Matías' lips were sealed again with a single movement from Isabella, who put the lobotomized girl aside.

— Don't worry, master, your properties won't suffer any damage, this is just an inconvenience — Isabella said as if the situation was nothing more than an annoyance, although a bit of nervousness leaked from her mouth. Matías shook his head sharply, trying to say that that wasn't the problem — Oh, and don't worry, this was just an accident, it won't happen again, I won't let anything harm the star of the show.

The contestants remained silent, in the short time they had been there, they learned to fear Isabella.

The aforementioned returned her attention to her patient, placed her index fingers on either side of Laura's head, as if an electric current were running through them, the millionaire's body spasmed for a moment before remaining still —, that's enough for now, it's a somewhat botched arrangement, but I'll have time when I sleep —. She coughed several times, rearranged herself in a cheerful pose and her body behavior changed to how it normally was, that is, desperately exciting —. Dear viewers, we regret the interruption, there was an incident in the transportation of the contestant from her universe to the program, please understand and we regret having cut off your entertainment. Without further ado, we can resume Harem Hotel —. She snapped her fingers and Laura finally reacted.

The first thing she did was scream, followed by falling on her ass to the ground, and putting an arm between her and Isabella, as if that would protect her. — Don’t do anything to me! I have money, I can give you whatever you want, but take me back home. — She hadn’t forgotten anything about the experience of crossing the void, only her brain had been altered to be able to process such a thing, the fear was still there, not only because of the trip, but also because of the experience of seeing her mind deformed to **** her to come.

— If I was interested in money, I would create a universe made only of gold. What I’m interested in Lauren is your body, and the role you will play in this program.

Without answering, Laura got up to run away, but in the process she hit her head against the crossbar of a chair that hadn’t been there a second ago, she let out another scream, this time in pain, and stumbled backwards, falling into another chair. Having closed her eyes from the blow, when she opened them again she was not at the entrance of the theater, but sitting next to five people she didn't know at all. She tried to get up, but her butt was stuck to the cushion of the chair, she tried desperately to get up, but her attempts fell on deaf ears.

The other people looked at her with a combination of pity and empathy, having gone through the same process. Still Laura did not give up and continued, while Isabella stood behind her, as if enjoying a circus show, watching a monkey swing on a ball.

— As entertaining as it is to see you twist that hot body of yours, such fun only corresponds to your master —. Isabella scared her.

Startled Laura doubled her efforts, to the point that she would hurt herself if she continued. Isabella reacted by putting her arm around her neck, bringing her lips close to her ear, and whispering —, calm down.

Instantly, all fear, all desperation was expelled from Lura, who shuddered at the softness of Isabella's skin, and the warmth of her breath. — I'm calm, how am I calm?

— A trick that will not be repeated again, the show requires authentic reactions. But let me introduce myself, I am Isabella, host of this season of Harem Hotel, and you were selected to become one of the sex toys of this season's master. Say hello to the owner of your existence —, she extended her arm and introduced Matías.

The short, thin, and very young boy did not make a good first impression, because of his nerves he tried to greet her, but Graciela slapped his hand to stop him.

— It can't be, there has to be a mistake —, in her state of unnatural calm, Laura responded serenely, not even reacting to the half-naked state of the presenter, who could now pay more attention to her.

— There is no mistake, five women related to the master were selected to be part of his harem, among them you were the last to arrive —. Isabella smiled, as if she anticipated something.

— Then there are two mistakes, first I am a lesbian, I cannot have a man as a master —, I replied as if that were the problem —, and second, I do not know him at all, we are not related.

Isabella's smile widened even more —, When did I say that the slaves knew the master? I only said that they were related.

— What is that supposed to mean?

— They will have to find out during the program, by relating to their master. We can help a little with that, why don't you introduce yourself to the public and your master, tell us who you are, what you do, your relationship with your owner, and your last sexual experience.

The harem and master already anticipated what was coming, Laura's posture and expression changed, losing control of herself, posing sensually for the camera, and answered.

— My name is Laura Mayer, I own an investment company, I don't run it, I just make profits, I barely understand less than half of the things they do —, she giggled —. I don't know the master, but I know that my purpose in life is to fulfill each of his whims. And my last sexual experience was on Thursday, with my gardener.

When the monologue ended, there was not the expected reaction of shame or anger that the others expected, instead Laura just looked down at her body —, that was strange, I know I should be ashamed of what I said, but I'm not. And I should be scared too, but I'm not either —, she looked up at Isabella, as if asking for an answer.

The presenter ignored her and turned around to look at nothing, or rather at the camera —. And that's the last of the master's slaves for the season, I know many are eager to get to the fun part, but we still have a couple of things left. First we'll see what the master has to say about the last three members of his harem, then I'll explain the rules to the contestants, and only then we'll get to the transformations.

—Transformations? —, everyone present asked in unison.

— Oops, spoiler. Tell us, master, what do you think of the rest of your harem? You already told us what you think of the first two members.

Matías didn't answer immediately, he lowered his head refusing to humiliate himself in front of all those women, but he remembered how he had been **** to speak the first time, and resigned himself to his fate —. Karla is my teacher and… I like her thighs, she always wears loose clothing but even so you can usually see that they are very thick —. As he spoke, he only wished that the earth would eat him —. Gretchen I barely know her, but… I don't know, is her hair pretty? That shade of red suits her well. And Laura… I can say even less about her, I don't even know who she is.

Isabella didn't stop trying to avoid her, but it didn't bother her, and Matías knew it, she enjoyed manipulating him like the rest, and with that familiar feeling of disconnection, given by the simple raised eyebrow of the host of the program, he prepared himself for his body to tell its secrets.

— Karla does have thick thighs, they make me want to use them as a pillow, but the way she dresses is horrible, she should show more of her body. I barely know Gretchen, but it excites me that her penis is smaller than mine. And with Laura there is not much to highlight, I don't know which parts of her I would enjoy more ¬—. When everything was over, Matías felt the judging glances of the three women he spoke of so horribly. The only thing he could think of doing was to stay very, very still, and say in a low voice —, I'm sorry.

Karla was aware that many young students could have their brains in their genitals, and she recognized the manipulation that Matías had suffered, she herself was a victim a few minutes ago, but she could not help but cross her legs at the comments about her clothes and thighs.

Gretchen did not react visibly, but if before her opinion of Matías was neutral, now it fell precipitously into the abyss. — Damn fetishist dwarf, — was what she thought, but she did not let her emotions reflect on her face.

Laura, in her rewired brain state, did not care about Matías's lack of opinion about her, she may have appreciated it a little. What she did agree with was, and she would never admit it out loud, about Karla's thighs.

— Excellent teacher, it is good that you externalize your desires and opinions, so your harem will know how to please you. Do not be ashamed, the only one who has a say here is you —. That didn't help Matías at all, who, if he weren't dying of humiliation, would strangle Isabella, even though he couldn't with his small hands. — Now the part that everyone was waiting for, the rules of Harem Hotel. — The presenter jumped up and down like an excited child, bouncing her tits, and drawing the name of the program in light over her head.