Serena Bellanzoni, known from the faculty

Serena jogged at a constant speed, she should be reviewing the concepts from today's class, but she didn't feel like it, since her divorce she was trying to get in shape and although she resumed her studies, the truth is that it was something secondary for her, she still had enough money to survive two more years.

She was panting, her side hurt and her feet burned, but she smiled, it felt good to do something outside the house, she had forgotten how good it felt to be outdoors. She had already planned how to lose weight to regain her figure from years ago, hopefully it wouldn't take long, if she kept trying she knew she would achieve it, maybe in three or four months.

Although the pain didn't bother her, the smell and sweat from the exercise did, it ran down her forehead and slid down her face, on one occasion it got into her eye, since then she wore headbands. The same went for the whole body, it made the clothes stick to the body, becoming uncomfortable to wear, because of this he always went out with a sweatshirt.

She wasn't stupid enough to say that her chubby body made her proud, she wanted to be healthy, she wasn't obese, but she wasn't a Miss Universe either, so yes, she was ashamed of her body... a little. That's why she still hasn't tried to find a partner, she could also say that after Diego she didn't need another man in her life, but that would be a lie, she wanted a partner, but she didn't dare to approach anyone with a body like hers.

Although she had friends, from her lifelong friends to new acquaintances at the faculty, she didn't know where to start looking for a good man, maybe she would ask her friends to introduce her to someone. She stopped thinking about it as best she could. One problem at a time, she told herself, first exercise, then studies, and finally a partner. Even so, she couldn't help but consider her options, her friends' brothers were out of the question, she knew them all, and none of them were boyfriend material, nor would anyone from the faculty do, most of the students were too young for a forty-four-year-old woman, or very old.

— Stop thinking about that, — she told herself again. Exercise, studies, and finally a partner, she repeated. It was what she had to do.

She jogged one more lap around the park before stopping, stretching, and drinking some water. The pain felt good, it meant she was getting better, that the exercise was working. She wiped the sweat off her face with a stream of the last of her water and smiled. Things were going well.

She let out a sigh of satisfaction and set off for her apartment. She no longer had a house, Diego had kept it after the divorce, but she didn’t mind, in fact she liked being away from that place where she had spent most of her years. The apartment she had now was small, but functional, and she shared it with Inés, being close to her best friend did her good.

When she reached the door of the building she stopped dead, for a few seconds her body seemed like a statue, not even her chest rose or fell despite having just finished jogging. Suddenly she regained her natural movement, with the rise and fall of her breathing, but her eyes were glassy, ​​unaware of her actions she walked to the door of her apartment on the first floor, but instead of the usual wooden door, there were two closed curtains that opened to show a darkness that Serena entered into.

The sound of applause stunned Serena, who blinked several times to get used to the change in light in the place, looked from one side to the other in her new environment, even looking over her shoulder at the brick wall behind her. It took her a couple of seconds to process everything, but for her it felt like hours, and unlike the previous people who arrived at the same place, she instantly understood that what was happening to her was something supernatural.

— AHHHHHH! —. She let out a scream that almost broke the eardrums of those present. She hurriedly looked for something to defend herself with, only to find nothing but red curtains.

— Go on, little pig, it seems that you have strong lungs, lower the volume a little before you destroy our ears —, Just like with Graciela, Serena's voice dropped several octaves against her will, until her scream became something tolerable. Serena was about to swear at the person who called her a pig, only to be stunned by the figure that stood before her. A woman, no, a red-haired goddess with a perfect body, wearing a glamorous, see-through dress. She didn't feel ashamed or disgusted by the woman's state of undress, but envy for her perfect body, from her wide hips, her narrow waist, the perky pair of breasts, everything was perfectly proportioned, she almost looked like a Vitruvian Woman, a mathematically perfect illustration of the female body.

— I appreciate the attention, but you're not my type —, said the goddess as she approached —, I prefer shorter and thinner guys. Welcome Serena, to Harem Hotel, you were chosen to be the **** of your future master to whom you will dedicate body, mind and soul. I am Isabella, the host of this program.

The words made her come out of the stupor she had fallen into, she immediately understood the meaning of those words and reacted with fury —, ****? I don't know who you think you are, but I'm not going to be anyone's ****.

Isabella looked at her as if what you said was a stupid thing that a retard would say, she even tilted her head in bewilderment —, of course you are, you're already here. But your opinion doesn't matter, the only one that matters is that of the master of the harem —, she pointed at Matías, who stopped looking at Graciela the moment the new contestant, whom he stared at with wide open eyes, recognized who it was.

— Matías? Are you kidding me? — Serena wanted to scream, and she tried but she couldn't —, he's a child, he's old enough to be his mother.

— That's the fun of this season. Now stop looking at your master, you can admire his perfect body now. You have to introduce yourself to the public, tell us your name, what you do, your relationship with your teacher, and your last sexual experience.

Just like with Graciela, Serena lost control of her body, it was a feeling of disconnection, as if she were a passenger within herself. She bowed, as best she could given her physical condition, and smiled at nothing. — I am Serena Bellanzoni, for now I do not dedicate myself to anything in particular, I do not work but I make an effort to exercise. My beloved master knows me because I was his classmate at the university, although we do not follow the same career, we talk a lot when we see each other. My last sexual experience was five years ago with my ex-husband.

Control returned to Serena's body, but she was paralyzed with terror, the horrible feeling of being controlled like a puppet made her nauseous and made her want to run away from that place, if only she could overcome her fear she would have already tried.

— Oh, it seems you haven't had much action for a while, it must have been devastating to have someone ignore your needs like that, but now rest assured that those needs will never matter again —. Isabella spoke in the most cheerful tone she could, as if those words were good news.

Without giving Serena time to react, she was pushed by Isabella to a seat next to Matías, who followed her with his eyes the whole time, still unable to speak. Upon reaching her destination, Serena's legs lost all their strength and she collapsed on the seat, at which point she recovered, just like the **** before her, she tried desperately to get up, but her body stopped responding every time she tried. She gave up and instinctively looked for someone to blame, between the terrifying goddess and the child, she chose the child.

— You, piece of badly born garbage —, she pointed at her future master —, you did this, it's your fault, I'm going to kill you —. Despite her threats she couldn't reach Matias from her seat.

The harem master didn't respond, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't, their lips were still glued together. He responded to Serena's threats with frantic gestures of denial, and shaking his head.

— My apologies master, I forgot that I had silenced you, I will give you your voice back —. With a gesture of Isabella's hand the voice returned to Matias.

— I didn't ask for this, and I didn't know who I was going to bring either. You can't blame me, I'm just as trapped as you are —, conveniently ignoring the fact that he agreed with Isabella before Graciela arrived. To prove his point, he tried to get up from his throne, from which he didn't move a millimeter.

— I don't care, this is your fault and- Hey —. Isabella stood between them, turning her back to the ****, giving her a fascinating view of her ass. While she bent at the waist to be face to face with the master.

— Taking advantage of the fact that you regained the ability to speak, why are you giving us your opinion of the harem until now? —. Serena was taking a breath to continue with her rant, but a distracted gesture from Isabella made their lips stick together and form a radiant smile, as if she was happy to be there.

— Seriously you can't ask me to say those things, they are here —. At his response, the hostess raised an eyebrow and pointed at him in the same way she **** him to shut up —. Okay, okay. I think... they are beautiful?

The redhead shook her head before putting an arm over her guest's shoulder, bringing him closer to her chest and pressing him against her —. Come on master, you are a young man with clear impulses and senses, I know that your opinion about your property is quite clear, you just don't know it yet.

This time it was Matías who lost control of his body, he felt his mouth open against his will —, Graciela is beautiful, more than once I fantasized about sucking her tits, and she has a very round ass, I think because of all the baking she does —. He didn't like the tone his body used, as if he were talking about them as objects and not people, but he didn't stop there —. And Serena, well, we barely know each other well, we chatted a lot at college, but I wouldn't say we're friends. As for her body, she's pretty, but I like them slimmer, yes, her hair is very nice.

With that last sentence Matías came back to the front of his consciousness, he only managed to react by blushing in embarrassment and covering his face with both hands. «I sounded like a jerk.» He separated two fingers to see Graciela's reaction to his comment, she was blushing and looking at him as if he were a stranger, despite not being able to get up, she moved away from him slightly. At her behavior he closed his fingers again and leaned over himself.

He didn't look at Serena, but if he had he would have seen that, despite her mouth showing happiness, her eyes reflected disgust at the way they were puckered up. —I'm working out, damn, I've already lost five kilos in record time.

— Hair? I didn't know you had that kind of fetishes master, it wasn't in your internet history —. Matías only cringed more at the comment —. But that doesn't matter for now. We better speed things up and bring your next ****.

As usual, she walked provocatively to the entrance of the theater, which had once again taken back its curtains when no one was looking.

— The next contestant is someone who spends a lot of time with the master, but not for the reasons one would expect, and their opinion of each other is quite unequal. Prepare to be dazzled by...