Results part 2

Isabella strutted over to Karla's seat. The teacher remained extremely still, afraid that any action could lead to her being punished like Serena.

—While the voting was going on, some very interesting things happened. For example, Graciela's transformation, which initially led the way, was "Magical Baking," but we already know which one quickly surpassed it. You, Karla, almost had a three-way tie.

The aforementioned woman's heart nearly stopped at the word "tie". She didn't want to have even one transformation, let alone three. But she breathed a sigh of relief when she finished.

—This may disappoint some viewers, but on this edition of the show, only those transformations that get the same number of votes will be considered ties. Meaning, a difference of one or two percent in votes is not considered a tie.

A sound of boos was heard throughout the theater. Isabella gestured to some spectators who were not present to calm down —. I know, I know. But I always considered it a form of cheating, so keep this in mind for future voting —. She turned her gaze to Karla, smiled, and leaned in to give whoever was standing behind her a good view of her cleavage, and her butt. —Which of your transformations do you think won?

—I... —, Karla looked at the previous results and thought —, I suppose, for the tastes of the "Poor Sex Education" viewers —, she was terrified by the idea, but seeing how degenerate the whole show was, it wouldn't surprise her. She thought maybe if she got the answer right, she'd win something.

Isabella giggled, —On the contrary, she was the least likely to be dumped; in fact, she remained in fourth place throughout the entire voting. "Harem teacher" was in first place for most of the time, but due to a last-minute comeback, she finished in second place —. As he spoke, he brought his face closer and closer to Karla's —. "Let's reverse the roles" came in third place, which is a shame. I wanted to see what your master could make you do.

Karla's eyes widened as she realized which transformation was the winner —. No, please —, her voice faltered, coming out as a whisper. It wasn't the worst transformation, but it was still terrifying.

The presenter's lips pursed, and she leaned ever closer to the teacher's face. Karla gritted her teeth and parted them. She didn't want to be kissed, but she was paralyzed by the fear of being punished if she actively refused.

Isabella blew a quick, chaste kiss on Karla's forehead, leaving a trace of red lipstick. She straightened and took a step back.

Karla put a hand to her forehead, stunned, but she wasn't fooled; she knew something was coming, and she was right. Little by little, she began to feel a pressure inside her head, a discomfort that increased with every second. She pressed her fingers against her temples as the tension became too great. It didn't hurt, nor did she feel like she was hurting; it was more of an annoying itch that made her want to scratch her brain.

Concepts, images, and expert knowledge of everything architectural—complex calculations, material characteristics, floorplan design, interior and exterior design—came flooding into her mind, far more than she could process at the time. The influx of information was so overwhelming that her brain overheated, she no longer understood her own surroundings, everything became blurry, and her senses lost cohesion. Things became a jumble of disjointed sensations that drove Karla's body to the brink, until it all ended, and she collapsed in her seat like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

— The winner was "The Right Pressure." You'll be able to spend a lot of time with your teacher while they design their dream home, and you'll reward them for a job well done —. Isabella spoke in a cheerful tone, as if she hadn't just given a woman a mini-coma.

While Karla recovered, wondering what her own name was and why blue tasted like cheese, the Harem Hotel host turned to the next contestant.

Gretchen frowned at Isabella, almost growling at her to get her to back away, but caught herself in time. As soon as the two redheads were face to face, the fully clothed one squatted down, resting her buttocks against her ankles, spreading her legs in a wide arc.

—Your vote was most curious. Two options received the most votes, while two others were almost ignored. Can you guess which ones?

Gretchen shuddered, Isabella's voice releasing a warm breath that caressed his penis, she squeezed it between her thighs, refusing to feel any pleasure from it all. — I can't. If the people watching this are as sadistic and degenerate as I think, the lowest-rated one is probably 'As it should always be.'

A shrill laugh echoed throughout the room, Isabella tilted her head back as she scoffed —. You give the viewers too much credit. As strange as it sounds, most people enjoy romance and seeing a well-developed relationship. Most seasons of Harem Hotel are centered around that, of course, with a good dose of Stockholm syndrome and ****. But in general, they're pretty prudish about some things —, she placed her palms on Gretchen's thighs, caressing them with her long nails, raising goosebumps on the naked woman's skin, and slowly parted her legs.

No matter how hard she tried to close them again, it was as if the muscles in her legs weren't designed for that. When they opened fully, his penis stood erect for all to see. He tried to cover it with his hands, but they refused. His arms circled around his groin, never quite able to hide his phallus, no matter how hard he tried.

Isabella let go of her future victim's thighs, which remained frozen in their separated position. She raised her right hand to surround the penis, and brought her left hand to the balls that accompanied it. She didn't stimulate them, she just held them —. You should thank them. The winner was "As it should always be." Spectators can be good sometimes.

Gretchen wondered if she'd heard correctly. Had she really… dared to ignore all the sexual **** she and every other human in the theater was being subjected to, and she smiled happily.

Isabella began caressing his testicles and moving her other hand up and down —. Yes, you're lucky, you'll get what you want, or so I'd say if I couldn't exercise my right of veto.

Gretchen felt a dagger stab her heart; all her happiness turned to terror, and the warmth she'd been feeling from Isabella's treatment felt as cold as an ice cube.

—While it's nice that all the contestants see the benefits of their new position, that won't be the theme this season, and I personally believe that the role you play here benefits more from another transformation. It will also be more fun for the master, and it will satisfy one of his fantasies —. The host never stopped stimulating his penis, bringing him to the brink of orgasm, but masterfully avoiding it all the time.

Every word filled Gretchen with terror. In her panic, she tried to get up even though she knew it wouldn't be possible. Her penis began to shrink. No, it wasn't shrinking, it still felt hard. Rather, it felt as if it were being compressed in an uncomfortable way, without altering its size, but changing its volume. It was a dichotomous sensation; the slow, gentle movements of the hands stroking it contrasted with the **** with which they squeezed it. The unpleasant experience seemed to stretch on for hours for Gretchen. She writhed and moaned, not from pleasure.

When Isabella finished, her palms were so tight they felt like they were cradling a bud. She parted them to reveal a shiny metal casing, a solid chastity cage, with no lock, no cuts, no hinges, just a piece of steel that seemed to have been cast around that penis to form its exact shape.

— NO! —, Gretchen almost cried, not knowing if it was from anger at being confined or frustration at not having finished. With her hands now free, she tried to remove the thing, searching everywhere for a lock or button, even tugging lightly, but there was a ring around his testicles. His penis was still hard, but compressed in such a small space, making every second a living hell.

— And for the final touch —, Isabella announced, pointing at Matías and snapping her fingers. A notification sound came from her smartwatch —. The promised features. Will you give us a demonstration, Master?

Matías was busy fantasizing about being the one receiving a handjob from Isabella, at least until he saw the chastity cage. He didn't respond immediately. He stared at the watch on his wrist; the screen glowed with an app image; the image of a pink chastity cage between exclamation points. He felt the deep temptation to touch the screen and see what would happen; he could almost feel his hand moving on its own —. No, I'm not going to do it —, she refused at the last moment, not quite sure why.

—As you wish, it's your right to use it whenever you want.

The newly caged girl was growing increasingly ****, her movements frantic, she became increasingly **** —. No, no, no, no —, she almost cried —. Please take this off me, I don't want it —. Her voice broke.

Isabella took Gretchen's head in her hands, guiding her gaze to her eyes, and gave her a comforting expression —. Relax, this is good, you'll see, without that distraction you'll be able to dedicate more time to what really matters —. She let go of her face and turned to continue her duties as presenter.

Gretchen stared at her captor's back, her eyes lost, and her expression disconsolate. She said nothing, knowing that she would either get into trouble or be ignored.