The Host Reflects

The Host sat back in his office and watched the twenty-four hour live camera feeds on each girl. He was surprised at how well things were progressing after just three days. Already there was backstabbing and acceptance and even a turning it all made for great demonic network ratings still he had a mission. Already a number of high profile demons had expressed interest in all three Summers women wanting to see them and the slayer in particular reduced to the most pathetic of forms for their perverted pleasure and so he had began directing the three of them towards their new destinies as cheap trashy self-respectless plastic whores and while Buffy and Joyce were moving along nicely in terms of physical development Dawn still had much to do.

A special order had already been put in for Faith from a long term client who made a point out of collecting girls to add to his bimbofied adopted family, he wanted the former bad girl made into the latest addition to his line of bubbly blonde bimbo daughters.

Of course if these sources were outbid last minute changes could be made to fine tune the girls at a price, still he had Willow, Anya and Tara to change at random since no specific requests or buyers had come in for them still with Cordellia off the market he was now one slut down. He had promised eight at auction and now he had only seven.

As he pondered the situation one of his demonic scientists responsible for making transformations entered. “We have started Cordellia in neural re-sequencing she should fully recognize male superiority and slut inferiority by morning will there be any physical changes.”

“No, we’ll leave that up to her now but we do need to find her a replacement in the games and on the market, my beneficiary who set up this little plan promised me eight prime pieces of meat she should have prepared a contingency plan in case something went wrong.” The Host took a piece of paper and began to write on it, “I want you to take a team and make the necessary arrangements with her to secure an eighth.” He handed the demon the paper, “That’s where you will find her.”