Sarah

“Seven women, Michael, and you can only be balls deep in one at a time. How else are you going to keep the rest in line while you’re away? Make your first choice…” No matter how many times Al made his crude comments, Sarah’s skin always crawled. She’d dealt with a lot of that boring shit over the years, and dealt with a lot of wholly new and original shit over the last few weeks, but he still got to her.

“Yes, Michael,” Ruby draped herself across Michael, who was still flexing the muscles he was ‘borrowing’ from Luciana when he thought no one was looking., “You have to choose a Deputy to… enforce your will on the others. They’ll get extra points for following her orders just as they would yours.”

Michael looked over the five women remaining in the ruins of the stable. The girls shuffled in silence, unsure if being selected would be a blessing or a curse. Al and Ruby kept on their television smiles, but it was obvious as Michael dawdled that their patience was drawing thin.

“No.” Michael shook his head.

“You gotta choose, Mikey. Everyone’s waiting.” Al growled.

“No.” Michael snapped back. “I have an idea and I want to develop it first. If I choose, I’ll do it then.”

“Michael, the fans have been waiting quite a long time for this decision.” Ruby gave a sidelong glance into the camera. “Let’s not keep them waiting any longer.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Al just asked me thirty seconds ago.”

“Time works differently around here. Remember how you watched the Chiefs beat the Eagles in the Super Bowl? Well they’ve played two more Super Bowls since then, and the Eagles won the rematch. Do it for the fans, Michael.”

“That’s not my problem. The fans aren’t the ones who have to live with the consequences of these decisions, so I’m going to-” Ruby gave a dramatic eye roll, snapped her fingers, and Michael disappeared mid-sentence.

“What the hell did you do to him?” Sarah demanded.

“He said he wanted to develop his idea,” Ruby scoffed. “...so I gave him a timeout in his room to think it over. Honestly, that man can be difficult to work with sometimes.”

“Agreed.” Sarah and Vivian responded simultaneously.

“So now what?” Luciana asked.

“Now you all use those long, hot legs to start walking home.” Al snapped his own fingers and vanished, with Ruby only a moment behind him. Providing a very visual example of the time fuckery in this place, the remaining elements of the stable set started collapsing and fading into the dust all around the cast. Apparently once the challenge concluded they were no longer being sustained by the magic of Colt’s notebook, and clearly the current hosts had no interest in maintaining them. A strong breeze washed over the group, blowing the smoke from the embers of the burned buildings along with the sand and remnants of the dissolving wood. When it passed, the remaining girls were standing alone in the desert with the hotel looming in the distance.

“A walk is good exercise!” Mallory said, her hips shaking a little at the small pulse of pleasure she received.

“Ugh, we both lost but SHE gets horny from exercising and doing ‘good’ things.” Janet threw up some air quotes and groaned. “Meanwhile I get stuck turning into a bitch if that’s what everyone calls me.”

“Michael likes that about you though, so that’s to your benefit.” Vivian offered.

Janet grabbed Vivian’s leash and **** it into Mallory’s hand. “Mallory, walk the dog back to the hotel.”

Vivian shot her a **** glare. But before Vivian could say anything, Mallory piped right over her. “Good idea! Let’s go, doggy!” and the command to follow Mallory **** Vivian to chase after the younger blonde, who was moving at a brisk jog to increase the pleasure she’d get from the ‘workout.’ At least Vivian got to walk on two legs while someone held the leash.

“If you don’t want people to call you a bitch, then you shouldn’t act like a bitch. Especially sitting there on a fat 0 points, bitch.” Luciana emphasized her insults, and each seemed to dig into Janet’s brain. The redhead’s face turned to a scowl.

“I liked you better as a cow.” Janet spat. “Luckily I just have to wait until morning to see it again.”

“The fuck did you say?” Luciana stepped forward into Janet’s face. Even with Michael having borrowed her muscles, she still imposed over the redhead.

“Enough!” Sarah shouldered her way between the two women. With her arms still tied off behind her back this was rather difficult. Apparently, taking their cue from this, Sarah’s rope flowed off of her body and in either direction onto Luciana and Janet, quickly binding their arms to their bodies and connecting the two by a six foot length between them. Woah…The ropes just…did that? “Maybe that will calm you down.” Sarah added, hoping they’d both assume that she’d planned to do that. The pair struggled against their bonds too much to bother puzzling that out.

“Did you hear what she said to me?” Luciana cursed.

“Less than you deserve!” Janet struggled against the bonds.

“Shut them up, please.” Sarah asked of her rope, and they obliged, wrapping their way around the two womens’ heads and between their teeth, gagging the pair of them. “Luciana, you brought that on yourself.” Sarah gripped Janet’s face and looked her in the eyes. “Janet you’re a nice girl.” Sarah made to pull out her rope gag, but Janet looked as though she might bite Sarah’s fingers. “Fuck it, let’s keep going then. Janet you’re a nice girl. Janet you’re a nice girl.”

Janet’s anger softened, enough that Sarah felt emboldened to pull the rope from her mouth. Though… carefully.

“Are we cool now?” Sarah asked.

“...Mostly.” Janet admitted. “I’m back to… I’m sorry, Luciana.”

“See? That’s better. Luciana?” The latina was struggling against her ropes and the anger in her eyes showed Luciana still had more she wanted to add to the conversation. “Yeah can’t let you reprogram Janet again once we calmed her down. Just…think about what you’ve done while we walk.” Sarah left the gag in Luciana’s mouth, grabbing the rope lead to pull the two back in the direction of the hotel.

Sarah wasn’t certain if her “winner’s date” was still on that night after Ruby had sent Michael off for a timeout, but she still took the opportunity for a very long shower to scrub the extensive trail dust off her body. It took even longer to find clothes that would satisfy Gropy and Pervy’s need to expose her, Ronnie’s new and weird English headmistress persona, Vivian’s golden retriever instincts, and Esmeralda’s advertising requirements all at the same time, but wearing clothes at all was becoming a rare luxury for Sarah that she no longer took for granted. After some intense negotiations, they’d landed on a crop top t-shirt and some extremely small daisy dukes. The black shirt had a logo of a reclining nude woman formed from the smoke of a genie lamp, and was cropped so high Sarah’s ample underboob was poking out the bottom. Even that seemed too concealing for the ropes, but fortunately cutting it any higher would have cut off Esmeralda’s shop logo so the little bastards saw reason and stopped trying to shred the thing. Of course, they had their way on the shorts, which were trimmed to the point that it practically formed a denim thong. But, having been sated, the ropes wrapped themselves around her midsection to frame her tattoo, and then down around each leg. At least allowing her to move freely - For now.

She felt the compulsion to enter the elevator and head to his suite, so Sarah supposed her date was still on. Even knowing he’d be there, she was slightly taken aback to find him waiting immediately outside the elevator doors. He was leaning against the frame in a surprisingly fashionable pair of jeans, with a t-shirt and a sport coat over the top. Somehow they still fit him even after he ‘borrowed’ Luciana's muscletone, but the hotel magic may have been involved there as well.

“You're looking confident.” He flashed her a cocksure smile that Sarah had rarely seen in the last year, but was becoming increasingly common as he settled into his new role. Their new relationship.

“Didn't know if you heard, I've got a hot date tonight.” Michael winked and slid aside slightly. It allowed Sarah to pass into the room, but he was still close enough that he was into her personal space as she did.

“Don’t know how you could possibly have anything left after the day you just had, old man.“ Sarah joked, pivoting back for his next bantering volley but he was still leaning there, appraising her body with hungry eyes. Sarah felt heat in her cheeks at his gaze, for reasons she couldn't fully place. It didn’t make the slightest bit of sense for her to feel exposed in this situation, what was there left to hide? He’d seen her naked (everyone had) and she’d seen him naked. Just a few hours ago, she’d seen Danica give him a blowjob on stage, in full view of the cast, the staff, and the world just this afternoon at the end of the challenge. He’d seen Sarah nearly pass out from climaxing when she made out with his daughter in the very next room. Hell, the two of them had fucked in the driver’s seat of her gone-but-not-forgotten Mustang.

But suddenly with the two of them alone, with Michael fully dressed and his attention completely on her for their “hot date” - the power imbalance felt suddenly quite stark. Sarah instinctively crossed her arms over chest. But her ever-present ropes ended their truce and immediately made their objections known. Gropy and Pervy shot up, acting as if they were angry that she would dare conceal herself from Michael. They quickly looped around her wrists and pulled them behind her back, knotting off her elbows so her tits thrust out at him. The ropes slipped under the shirt and tightened around her chest, separating and emphasizing each breast - pulling them further and further from her body. Sarah cursed under her breath as they cinched her further into this humiliating position, while Michael watched with undisguised arousal. How does he have any stamina left, god damn!

“Old man, huh?” Michael leaned forward and flicked at Sarah’s nipples through the thin shirt, laughing and making little “pshew pshew” gun sounds as he did so. She tried to back off and twist her chest away from his annoying moves, but Gropy and Pervy kept tightening until the struggle became too difficult.

“Gropy, Pervy, stop taking his side! Michael, cut that out!”

“Make me,” Michael teased. Sarah and Michael both knew she couldn’t, and the weight of that hung in the air. But after one last flick on her right nipple, he stopped acting the pest and played the gentleman… of a kind. His grin was still snarky and Michael led them to the balcony, pulling the door open to allow her outside. He had to since her arms were still bound, of course, but he made a show of turning away so as to be less obvious about checking out her ass.

At least he's trying. A little.

A bottle of champagne sat in a bucket of ice, chilling on a small table between two of his padded balcony chairs.

“Champagne?”

“Yeah, yeah I know you're more of a Miller Lite girl-”

“How dare you.”

He smiled again as he popped off the cork and poured two flutes. “-But I think it's worth going a little bigger to celebrate.”

“You’re gonna make me Sheriff, huh? Cute. But ordering around these six lunatics? That's a demotion - at best.”

“Deputy.” Michael winked. “But no, I’ve decided not to. We’re celebrating something else tonight.”

“This about that ‘idea’ you mentioned to Ruby?”

“It is. Let’s have a drink on it and I’ll walk you through.” Michael took his glass and sipped, not waiting for a toast. Only then did he seem to recall that she couldn't join him because her hands were tied. “Ropes, you can let her go for now.” Sarah wasn't sure about the ‘for now’ part of that, but it didn't matter since the ropes refused to listen.

“Gropy… Pervy… give it up already.” Sarah grumbled as she tugged against them, but they seemed unwilling to budge. “I think they're mad at me.”

“Because you covered yourself?”

“Yeah. Maybe if you…” Sarah leaned over, offering herself to Michael. She had to look away to keep from dying of humiliation, but it was a close call. He pulled up her shirt and took her breast in his hand again, gently stroking it and rubbing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Damn it.” Sarah grumbled as the ropes still wouldn't budge.

“I’ll never turn down a gorgeous woman offering me her breasts, but why did you think that would work?” Michael didn’t pull his hands away as he asked, but he didn’t protest when Sarah leaned away from him, pulling them out of his reach.

“It worked last time…” Sarah grumbled as she fought a little against her bondage. The ropes seemed to enjoy slackening just enough to make her think she could pull free, then tightening when she tried it. “Deviant little shits…”

“They are indeed. What do you mean by last time?”

Sarah blushed again, still not entirely sure it was justified. He did have my tit in his hand twenty seconds ago…

“Luciana and I were kinda passing close to each other,” Sarah diplomatically left out the context for the moment, “And the ropes grabbed her head and dragged it into my crotch. I had to promise Gropy and Pervy that I’d let them tie me to the bed - with Luciana - before they let me go.”

Michael nearly spat out his champagne. “You two?! Now that’s something I’d pay to see. Not that I need to pay to see it anymore.” Michael snapped his fingers like he remembered something, and stood up, grabbing the bottle of champagne and beckoning Sarah to follow. She tensed a little as he led them through his bedroom - Sarah took a wide berth around it as Gropy and Pervy started to pull away, threatening to grab one of the corner posts and drag her onto it.

Every bed is a trap now. Sarah groaned. But Michael wasn’t headed to the bed - Yet. - and she managed to slip past, though just barely. Michael’s walk-in closet had a large mirror with a small bench placed in front of it. He sat down and patted the seat next to him. It was narrow enough that the two would be touching, and when she sat, Michael casually reached around her and rested his hand on her opposite hip, pulling her in even closer as if the two were curling up on a couch. Sarah was usually pretty unladylike with her legs, but having a mirror directly in front made her snap her knees closed. Michael didn’t act as if he minded or even noticed. Gropy and Pervy seemed content not to try to tie him up and allowed him to absentmindedly stroke her leg and ass. He is the Boss…

“Check this out. It can show anything in the Hotel, all I have to do is ask.” He turned to the mirror. “Show me Luciana.”

The reflection of Michael and Sarah faded and was replaced by an image of Luciana sitting at the bar on the contestant’s floor, drinking from a large bottle of water. Mallory sat on the next stool, working from a similar-sized bottle of vodka which she was keeping all to herself. Given how much was missing, it seemed like Mallory had been at it since they’d gotten upstairs. Of course, given that Mallory and Luciana were still chained together at the wrist, it had clearly made dressing themselves a bit of a challenge. The pair had a matching set of tube tops which each read “I’m with Slutty →” pointing to each other. Vivian was tending bar while Ronnie held her leash. The two were speaking in low tones that the “camera” wasn’t close enough to pick up, but Ronnie’s stern look and Vivian’s frantic pace cleaning what was already a spotless bar left no doubt what they were discussing.

“I’m finally feeling like myself again - a little.” Mallory said after downing another shot. “Two weeks sober and having my brain drained by Sarah, ouch.”

“Tell me about it.” Luciana rubbed her bare feet with her free hand. “I’m actually happy to have feet again, I can’t believe I actually took them for granted.”

Danica was sitting on the stool next to Luciana, contemplating the transformation revolver. She’d laid it on the bar and kept peeking at it warily, like it might go off at any moment. She perked up a little at the mention of its effects.

“I’ve still got to shoot this thing off twice before the season ends… It’s just a temporary change, should we get it out of the way?” Danica asked.

“Sure if you want, but it’s someone else’s turn. And not Mallory’s either. I’m not interested in being chained to a sex bear or whatever the hell that thing does next time.” Luciana held up her wrist for emphasis, unfortunately at the same time Mallory reached for the bottle again, causing the chain to snap taut. In response, both women gasped and grabbed the edge of the bar for support as they received a jolt of pure libido. “It’s gonna be hard enough to sleep as it is…”

“Maybe if you two kissed it would help?” Vivian offered.

“Wait-hmmmph!” Luciana only managed a moment of protest before the preternaturally horny blonde’s lips planted right on hers. The Latina’s eyes went wide in response, but she made no attempt to break the kiss or even slow it down. Mallory looked as though she was going to climb off her stool and take things further then and there, but a loud slap on the bar from Ronnie broke the mood and parted the two.

“Save it for Michael!” She said firmly, still in her disciplinary persona. Ronnie gave a sideeye to Danica as if inviting her to challenge that, but Danica was already blushing furiously at the thought.

“Daddy didn’t say not to!” Mallory whined. “He said he wanted me to be a better lover, how better than practice?”

Luciana shook her head, regaining control of herself just enough to glance up at the leaderboard and groan.

[Mallory/Luciana] Practice Makes Perfect +3

“Well we’ve got **** about it now, Mallory.” Luciana gestured. The two of them had jumped from a tie for 2nd behind Sarah into first place with the points from the kiss. “Only someone with more points can take these off! Now only Michael can - and I’ll bet he’s just fine with watching us squirm.”

Vivian looked straight into the “camera,” her new abilities somehow letting her know that Michael was watching, and gave him a theatrical wink.

Upstairs, Michael was indeed watching and was indeed just fine with watching the pair squirm.

“Well that complicates things for tonight.” Michael said. He removed his hand from Sarah’s ass long enough to pour out another pair of champagne flutes.

“Yeah, heaven forbid this situation get complicated.” Sarah quipped. Michael held out a glass for Sarah, but as her hands were still bound behind her back there wasn’t anything she could do about that. Given Michael’s grin, this was intentional.

“Oh, how silly of me.” Michael offered the glass to Sarah’s lips to let her drink, at which point he ‘accidentally’ let some spill from the side of her mouth to drip onto her bare breasts. “Oops.”

“Jerk!” Sarah rolled her eyes. “What did you mean about tonight?”

“When you mentioned the ‘deal’ you made with the ropes, it seemed like a good opportunity. Bring Luciana up here, I give you the Deputy powers, then you get to boss her around until you two get tied to the bed together and I get to watch the whole sexy mess unfold. Win-win-win. But now?” He took another swallow from his drink. “I’d rather those two play around. Let them finish what they started after the challenge. I’ll circle back to that later.”

“It sounds really weird when you lay it out like that.”

“It’s a weird situation, roll with it.” Michael moved to offer Sarah another sip, but she shook her head. Michael shrugged and poured a little more of the glass directly onto Sarah’s chest.

“Ahh! Cold!” Sarah pulled back, but Michael held an arm around her back. He leaned over to bring his face to her chest and lick up the wine he had spilled there. “Woah, woah, slow down!”

Told Boss What to Do -1

Michael sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What?”

“What do you mean, ‘what?’ You just went for it.”

“Of course I did,” Michael said as if it was obvious. “You’re here, you’re hot, we’re having a little fun.”

“Warn a girl first!” Sarah keyed in on something he’d said in passing. “So…Boss, you said earlier you weren’t going to make me Deputy, then a second ago you said you wanted to. What’s going on with that?”

Told Boss What to Do -1

Michael poured himself another glass of wine, buying himself time to answer. Sarah reflexively cringed, but this glass went straight into his mouth instead of down her chest.

“I had a talk with Ruby after the challenge,” Michael started.

“I should hardly need to warn you not to take her advice.”

“No, but once in a while even that crazy bitch is right.” Michael went to refill the flute, then shrugged and just took a swing straight from the bottle. Sarah had noticed a change in him back at the transformation show, but it had apparently grown in the interim. How long was his little time out? “If I had won that crazy stagecoach game, I could have saved Janet from getting her ass branded. That’s three of you now sporting those Xs and if you lose again…”

“You couldn’t tell us about that. The challenge was specifically set up so you couldn’t game it.”

“That’s not really an excuse. I could have found a way, and if you girls had given me the opportunity I could have explained it. Somehow.”

“It’s fucking magic, Boss. You can’t exactly think your way out of it. It doesn’t make sense and it doesn’t have to. It just… is.”

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you admit you couldn’t wrap your head around something. Humility from Sarah Henderson, will wonders never cease?” Michael’s eyebrows raised in mock surprise. “Especially since you’re now even smarter than you were before. You might be the only one who can think her way out of it.”

“That’s not a blessing, it’s a curse.” Sarah was unsure where this conversation was going. “The harder I focus, the more brains I borrow from the others. They turn into drooling idiots.”

“They temporarily turn into bimbos,” Michael emphasized, “which isn’t such a problem considering where we are.” Michael gestured to the broader hotel and the invisible cameras. Sarah didn’t think they’d be quite so excited about the idea as Michael was, but he continued. “Before Ruby sent me off, she told me about Danica and Ronnie sleeping together. I didn’t see it, so they left points on the table.”

“Again, really fucking weird way to lay it out.”

“Fine,” Michael shrugged. “Two of my wives had sex with each other and they fucked up by not letting me watch. Is that better?”

“Uh… not really. Michael…”

Michael kept talking, pushing past Sarah’s rising concerns. “So like I said, Ruby tells me about this and then magically punts me back to my room for what feels like hours and hours. After I watched the video, I-”

“You totally jerked off.”

“I was locked in a pocket dimension with a video of one of my biggest sex fantasies, of course I jerked off. More than once.” Michael pointed to Sarah’s tattoo. “You shouldn’t be casting stones about that anyway. So after I cleared my head, I had a lot of time to think about missed opportunities. Think about it: Ronnie’s not even supposed to be here. Vivian somehow managed to **** a team switch-”

“Well she was working for Ruby and Al found out, she told us during the challenge.” Sarah offered.

“Wait, she was what?” That one clearly stunned Michael and his mind started racing. “Damn, no wonder she let Janet win the first challenge. I thought she did it for the chips. Anyway… that’s a ton of shit they’ve managed to miss, topped by you somehow triggering a challenge that wasn’t even supposed to happen.”

“I thought we were talking about opportunities. Those sound like fuck ups.”

“Their fuckups are our opportunity. Al and Ruby do not have the control over this place that they pretend to. They’re riding a tiger and holding its tail so it doesn’t eat them. We can exploit that.”

“How the hell do you figure that?”

“If they don’t control this place, someone or something more powerful than them does. That someone or something is trying to push us - push me - into behaving in a specific way for their entertainment. If I can give them what they want, then Al and Ruby won’t stand in my way.”

“You’re drawing a pretty damned giant inference here.”

“We’re running short on time, Sarah. You all need 100 points, which means I can’t let you squander chances like Danica and Ronnie did.”

“Hold on. ‘Let’ us? Michael - Boss - you’re sounding a little-”

“Commanding?” Michael popped his borrowed pectorals to lighten the mood, but Sarah wasn’t having it.

“I was gonna say ‘like an asshole.’”

Insulted the boss -3

“Maybe that’s what we need.” Michael cupped Sarah’s chin and leaned down to give her a kiss. His tongue probed her mouth, which then magically felt like it was sliding up between her legs. She gasped at the feeling of being penetrated twice, and when he broke it and looked in her face, Michael’s rakish smile showed he knew exactly what that was doing to her. “Sarah, I’m taking charge of this season. And you’re going to help.”