Round 9 - Part 3

The die came to a stop, "A 3 and...a restriction. May no longer curse, must use proper language. Huh, so if I said fff. FFFFFF. Wow, I can't even use a substitute word. It just won't come out." She'd tried saying fuck, then fudge, but neither word came out. "I love fudge sundaes." She shrugged. Context mattered apparently. Oh well, she rarely swore anyway.

Unfortunately now she had to wait for the BOB results to be unveiled. She clicked her tongue, but didn't swear, as it revealed a tie,

"With 38% each its Third Person Slut & Maid to Please."

Third Person Slut - Daria won't use her name, I, or me anymore. Instead she'll begin with "This slut..."

Maid to Please - Daria will speak deferentially, like a good maid, to anyone she feels subservient to

"Well I just, like, um, ordered you around so...try, like, talking to me." Princess said to Daria.

"As you wish, this slut will comply immediately." Daria said. She gasped and covered her mouth. Would she really have to call herself a slut all the time now, "This slut...this slut...this slut..." She tried a few things, but nothing else came out.

Cami put a hand on Daria's knee, "It'll be ok, this doesn't change how we think about moo."

"That's right," Sapphire added, "You are still the boss, don't forget that."

"Yeah." Miles said.

"Pfft, boss? They are like, so totally going to walk all over her at work." Princess said.

"I don't think so," Kandi said, "She has fitting in, people will just be used to it."

Daria nodded, that was true. Nobody had said anything about her behaviour so far, or tried to take advantage of her in any way. She might be a little embarassed, but she'd be ok, "This slut thanks you for your kind words."

Miles nodded and grabbed the die, throwing it and landing on a blessing, "Remove question - Can't remember names." It all came back to him. He knew his own name, and the names of all his friends. He looked at Princess, "Sorry Bimbo, still can't say them."

"Bimbo!" Princess said angrily, but then she sighed, "Like totz right, I'm such a bimbo. Kandi, please roll."

Kandi rolled a 4 and landed on a transformation tile, "Lost pleasure -You cannot orgasms if forbidden to, but once allowed they will be twice as strong as usual. Huh, so I can still cum...but if..."

"You like, may not cum!" Princess said, pointing at her. "Haha."

Kandi rolled her eyes, "Just because you're in a belt, doesn't mean I want to me. Someone help?"

"You may cum." Sapphire said. She knew how hard it was to have to get permission after all. "Then I'll roll, a transformation...Sweet Tooth You gain a compulsion for all things sweet. Feel a strong need to have something sweet (lollipop, hard candy, bubblegum, etc) in your mouth at all times. Lack of sweet leads to mental slowness and insatiable cravings. Immunity to cavities/complications from too much sugar."

Instantly she felt she needed something. Her mouth felt parched and empty. She looked around at her friends and then Daria leapt to her feet and ran to the kitchen. She opened a drawer and quickly returned with a pack of gum.

Sapphire popped a piece in her mouth and instantly felt better, "Oh my God, thank you so much!"

"My turn," Cami said. She picked up the die and tossed it, "Oh bull, a curse! Dairy (fantasize about milking machine and being fucked while being milked)." She closed her eyes and was instantly met with the picture of being fucked from behind while a machine pumped away on her tits. She grinned, "WEll, that's not new..." She'd already been having fantasies like that, ever since getting these new tits.

"Finally my turn, let's, like, get this over with," Princess rolled the die, "Yes! A blessing! Whooo! Remove transformation, Whack a dong! Awesome, that like, caused a lot of problems."

Of course she had another problem coming up, "My BOB result...With 33% it's No Pain No Gain No Pain No Gain - Princess is now a masochist and is turned on by being spanked, slapped or otherwise hurt."

"Wow, what a combo!" Kandi said, "Still want to be a good law abiding citizen?"

"Uh yeah, of course. I don't want to be sp-sp-spanked..." Oh God, she realized, she did want to be spanked. That sweet, intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain...she gulped. She was in trouble, "It's not like I'm going to speed on purpose or anything..."

"Right, suuuuure." Kandi teased.

"Oh, this round is over. Another break. Can this slut get anyone anything else to eat or drink?" Daria asked, trying to move the conversation away from Princess.

"We have lots of milk!" Cami added, shaking her tits.

Miles stood up first, "No. Gotta go."

"Wait, I'm, like, coming with!" Princess said.

"No, stay with Daria." Miles said.

"Wow, like, such a great idea! Good job!" Princess said.

Miles darted out before she could recover.

"Fucker! Bring back my cock!" She chased after him.

Daria sighed, then looked at Sapphire, "Um, this slut wonders if you have decided who I should try and see first tomorrow?"

Sapphire bit her lip and looked at Cami. Those two had been getting close lately, and she didn't want to get in the way but..."I'll stay over...we can all spend some time together, doing non-game things."

"Ya, let's get drunk!" Kandi said, "Daria, another drink please!"

"Of course, this slut would be pleased to serve you."

"Hey, don't order her around. She has to obey, but she doesn't want to." Cami said, "Why don't you lick my cunt instead?"

"Uh what..." Kandi said with a gulp, "Did you mean to ask that?"

Cami looked at her confused, "Uh...yes...I said why can't you get it yourself?"

But by that time Daria had already returned with more drinks for everyone. Cami dropped it, and there settled in to talking like they used to. Before the game messed everything up.

Of course talking for very long while avoiding the game was impossibly. Next round would be the 10th. The game gave them no indication of ending, but 10 felt like a big deal. They started talking about what the prize could be, what they wished it would be. What they would do when they finally could stop playing this game. None of them had any good answers and as the night went on they got drunker and drunker until they were only saying the most ridiculous things they could imagine. One by one they hit their limits and found somewhere, a bed or otherwise, to pass out for the night. It was going to be a rough morning for some.