Round 9 Continued (2)

Lina went to pick up the dice but before she could the board dinged and a card shot up. She giggled and reached out and grabbed it, "Like...hic...um...this is...uh...the BOOB vote."

"You mean BOB vote." Nat corrected.

Lina smirked, "Nope!" She squeezed her boobs hard, "BOOOOOB!"

Oliver sighed, "Just read it."

"Like ya, with 58% of the vote the winner is Head Maid - Lina will see it as her job to manage the household, but that doesn't mean she has to do everything herself. Her Master should never lift a finger of course, but she'll use her skills to persuade other women to help her see to his needs."

Rachel snorted, "Is that even a change? How lame!"

"Rach get Master a beer!" Lina said forcefully.

Rachel felt herself stand up before she regained control of herself, "Ugh. No!"

Oliver set down his empty beer bottle, "That's ok Rach. I'll get it myself."

Before he could Nat felt himself stand, "No, I'll get it." He hurried to the fridge and fetched another beer.

As he handed it to Oliver Lina giggled, "Good girl."

Nat flipped her off and sat down.

Lina picked up the dice and rolled, "Restriction - Can never sit in chairs—must either stand, kneel, or recline on the floor." She had been sitting in an armchair so she immediately slunk down to her knees. She smiled, "That was like, good. Ain't no way we should be equal to Master."

Oliver sighed and rolled the dice. "CG - Perfect Size. Your cock is always the perfect size any sexual activity, swelling to fill any hole for maximum pleasure."

"Oooh...fill me up!" The girl formerly known as Dylan said excitedly.

"Gross. Get a room," Nat said dejectedly, "Alright, my turn to roll… aaand that’s a four. A question tile!” He picked up a card, "Would you rather become extremely attractive to everyone or have it so no one can ever be attracted to you at all. Hmm… well…” He glanced toward Rachel, then bit his lip with a little laugh. “I mean, I’m not trying to stay celibate forever… so, I guess going with ridiculously attractive is the smart move. It will help with my career too."

"Fucking gorgeous," Rachel said, swaying slightly, "Like um," She bit her lip, "We are going to fuck after this..." She said very seriously.

"I think you need to get to bed after this hon." Nat said with a sigh. It wasn't that he minded being attractive, but he did worry more bad would come than good.

"Ya. To bed with you!" Rachel giggled, then she looked at Eliza and touched her hand, "And you too! Now uh, let's roll." She picked up the dice and tossed it, "That's 4...and dice. My choices are Venusian fertility, Too Hot to Handle, Dumb cow and Obedient Cow. Huh. Well more milk is good, but I am not dumb or obedient...I will pick fertility. Lina and I can get preggers together." Rachel blinked and looked down at her card, "Uh...womb control. Between two extremes lies a perfect balance. You uhave full control over your ovaries and will never end up with surprises, happy or otherwise. If or when you want to be a milky mommy is all up to you. Oh, that's like, good."

"Good, Eliza was worried. We've never had to worry about birth control before, but you also weren't bisexual and polyamorous..." Eliza reached for the dice but the board dinged and produced a card for her instead, "Oh. This must be...yes. Eliza's BOB. With 40% of the vote the winner is Divine Pronouncement - Eliza's a true angel, her vocabulary should reflect that. She'll casually reference biblical things, speak using archaic language and never, ever curse."

Eliza blinked and looked around, "Eliza doth not believe the consequence shall bear weight great enough to sway the course of fate.”

"Uh...what?" Lina asked.

"Ya...ditto..." Rachel agreed.

"Dost none among thee comprehend the words Eliza hath spoken? Verily, the wine hath clouded thy senses beyond reason."

Lina rubbed her temples, "Oh no. Eliza shut up."

"Hey don't tell her to shut up!" Rachel said, "That's mean."

"Ain't see you tell her ta talk." Lina said.

Rachel smiled at Eliza, "Um...well...."

"Lina you may talk." Nat butted in, "What? That's not fair. It's not her fault."

"Indeed, the blame falleth not upon Eliza—for the game hath granted her **** in the matter. Yet lo—what wonder is this? A new script revealeth itself upon the sacred card! It speaketh thus: Eliza may invoke a tie, and thus temper the might of her divine pronouncement."

"Wait, what?" Oliver said in a shocked voice.

"Since when..." Nat shook his head.

"Like, totes do it." Lina said.

"Ya, I'm with her." Rachel said.

"No, don't!" Nat tried to argue, "It will probably be worse!"

"Ya. Nat's right. We can understand you just fine." Oliver agreed.

Eliza hesitated. She recalled her other choices. Narrator, One Syllable or Less and Logically. She reasoned that narrator would make her narrate her life, one syllable would restrict her to one syllable words and logically would make her sound like Spock. How exactly would forcing a tie make things better for her? Unless it made it only activate part of the time...

"Eliza take the tie. I doth implore thee!" Rachel said with exaggerated ****.

Eliza bit her lip. Ok. She could see how that would get annoying, fast, "Eliza shall accept the divine offering!"

Once again the writing on the card changed. When it was done rearranging itself she read it again, "Divine Pronouncement Or Less - Eliza is a genius, but she won't sound that way. Most of the time she'll be incapable of using any word longer than one syllable but occasionally will receive divine pronouncements and be capable of repeating them despite the complicated archaic language."

Rachel tapped her chin, "Wait, is that better?"

Eliza tested her new transformation, "She says this is best. Can you get her now? But she does not sound smart. It may be hard to make folks see her mind. Her class might not look up to her."

"Fuck them, you are a badass angel. They'll worship you no matter what you say. And when they get out of line hit them with a heavenly smite or whatever."

Eliza smiled, "You are right. It will be fine. But, she will have to pick a new name. El? Liz? Za?" Suddenly her gaze sharpened and she stared Rachel down, "She shall be known as Elizariel, Angel of Lust and Wisdom—she who stirs the soul with a glance and unveils truth with a whisper. Her touch is flame, her voice a hymn, her will the soft curve of desire wrapped in grace!"

Rachel smiled awkwardly, "Oh wow...that's..."

Eliza blushed, "Yes...it is..."

"HOT!" Rachel finished, surprising Eliza, "Elizariel? Fucking hot. Take me now!"

"Lo, Elizariel shall lead thee unto the sacred chamber, where the veil of flesh shall be lifted in rapture. Through the turning of night and the rise of day, she shall enshroud thee in bliss. She shall pour forth her ambrosia from her breast, and grant thee leave to kneel at her altar, that thou mayest worship in ecstasy and awe."

"That's it, let's go. Now."

"Stop," Oliver ordered, "She has to roll. Save it for later."

Eliza blushed, "Rach, we must wait. But soon. I swear. Now my turn. Two. C-G...Forever Employed User cannot quit job, neglect work, skip work or be fired. Ah, it does not work on these cards. That is a good step up. Now El need not fret for work."

The Girl went to roll, but as expected she got the result of her BOB too, "Ok Oliver let's see. Ah fuck me sideways. It's a tie. With 35% each sharing is caring and well trained.

"Sharing is Caring - She wants Oliver all to herself. Not anymore. She will feel compelled to see Oliver spread his seed far and wide and do whatever she can to get him as many partners as possible

"Well Trained - Like any good pet, She will undergo obedience training. She'll be compelled to obey whenever someone gives her an order normally used for a pet such as sit, down, stay, come, quiet and many more."

Lina clapped her hands together, "Oh goodie, I-"

"No!" Oliver snapped, "Lina..."

Lina giggled, "Aw, you don't wanna test it?"

The Girl smiled, "It's ok, I'm getting fucked sooner or later. Might as well figured it out. Let her test it. Or rather, test it yourself."

"I..." Oliver hesitated.

"I got it Master," Lina giggled again, "SIT!" The Girl was already sitting, or rather kneeling, on the couch, so nothing happened.

The Girl rolled her eyes, "Did you have to make her THAT dumb Master?"

"Hey! I'm like, the right amount of dumb," Lina said sternly. Then she shoved her finger back in her mouth while she thought of other commands to try, "Um...down! Roll over. Come!"

As Lina ordered The Girl found herself flinging herself down, rolling over, and crawling over to Lina. Lina giggled and reached out to pet her but the Girl swatted her hand away.

"Oh, bad doggy!" Lina said, "Uh...fetch!" Lina picked up the dice and threw it. Immediately The Girl set off, crawling after it as fast as she could.

"Whoa, too far!" Oliver warned. The Girl grabbed the dice and hurried back to hand it to Lina.

Lina laughed, "Like uh...sorry Master." She noticed her piece moving on the board, "Huh, oh. Guess it was good it was my turn...Let's see 5, another restriction. May not go outside without permission."

"Well I'll give you permission whenever you need to, probably best that you don't wander off when you are full-bimbo anyway." Oliver said.

"Verily, Elizariel doth give assent: keep thy handmaidens in check, lest chaos reign unchecked."

"Huh?" Oliver asked.

"She means you have to take some fucking responsibility for that bimbo," The Girl said, "No more letting her become 50% boob!"

Oliver blushed, "Right...I'm sorry again. Ok, I'll roll. It's a treasure. It's a held card. Pass next effect to player on the left. Uh, sorry Nat."

Nat sighed, "Oh, lovely—another transformation. Just what I needed.” He gave a dramatic sigh, then smiled sweetly. “It’s not your fault, Oliver.” He picked up the dice and rolled.