Speaking of getting lucky...

Play resumed at the table. Again, it would seem that the public forfeit had made the players more cautious in their play. With the elimination of Bethany, Sage elected to skip protocol and, instead of having Grace post both the small blind and the big blind, the big blind moved to Louise, leaving her all but 50 chips. The action folded around to Grace, who looked apologetically at Louise and announced, "All in." Louise sighed and pushed her remaining chips into the pot. Grace tabled her hand, showing the ace and king of diamonds. Louise turned her hand over to reveal the 8 of clubs and the 7 of hearts. The flop was a blank for both players. As was the turn. On the river, a fortunate seven of diamonds appeared giving Louise a much-needed double up and assigning a forfeit to Grace.

"So... Who's gonna get their ta-tas fondled?", Sage asked. "Oh, and in case there was any question about it, it's gotta be skin to skin, where everyone can see it."

Louise wasn't sure what to do. She wondered what Dave would find the hottest. Where did that thought come from? Looking around, she found that nobody was willing to make eye contact with her. Except one. Hillary. Hillary's expression was one of both need and shame. She pleaded with her eyes casting furtive glances towards her exposed chest. Then it clicked for Louise. Inwardly shrugging, she announced, "Grace, go play with Hillary's boobs."

Grace woodenly got up and walked around the table to where Hillary sat turning expectantly in her seat towards the shorter woman. "Um... so... how do you want to do this?" Grace told herself that it could be a lot worse. She'd felt boobs before. She'd had several friends get boob jobs and demand that she give the new hardware a squeeze to see how they felt. "It's just like that. I just squeeze her boobs for a bit and then sit down. No biggie." Making up her mind and not waiting for Hillary to say anything, she leaned in and placed her palms over Hillary's nipples and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Ohholyshit", Hillary exclaimed. Opening her eyes, she found she couldn't take her eyes off the pale hands of Grace as they worked her tan chest. It felt so good! But it wasn't enough! She was still so _full! _As soon as the thought entered her mind, she knew. For 1500 BP, Grace would milk her. Oh how that word embarrassed her. She was an officer of the court! A proud, strong woman. She wasn't some animal that needed to be milked. _Except that's exactly what that blonde bitch has done to you. You had to try and intimidate her and this is what happened. Tick tock. Time's running out if you're gonna do this. Gonna be hard to find another opportunity. _Grimacing, Hillary made up her mind. Her breasts were driving her crazy. In the end, there was **** but to give in. "I'll give you 1500 BP to... milk me." This has to be the low point of my life, Hillary thought.

As soon as the words left Hillary's mouth, Grace knew what she had to do. In a daze, she felt herself lean forward and latch on to one of Hillary's nipples. Firm and slightly rubbery, she observed. As she latched on, one hand moved to Hillary's thigh where she supported herself while her other hand held the breast she was nursing from steady as Hillary jumped at the contact. Distractedly, she felt unable to avoid flicking the nipple ring with her tongue, an act which apparently delivered quite the sensation to the other woman. Grace felt a hand on the back of her head, firmly, gently pressing her into Hillary's breast. Hillary moaned with relief, uncaring of who was watching. Not bothering with any concerns about what they must be thinking as they watched this display. Grace steadily sucked, finding Hillary's milk surprisingly sweet. I could stand to drink again, the diminutive lawyer thought. I don't think I want to do this ALL the time, but it could have been much worse. Grace idly wondered if her transformation was making her so blasé about nursing from the other woman or if she was experiencing some new sense of solidarity and camaraderie. In the end, she ultimately decided it didn't matter. Ever the pragmatist, Grace returned her focus to the task at hand.

Grace felt Hillary shift in her seat and sensed more than saw the Asian woman proffer her other breast. Coming to herself, Grace was unsure how long it had been since the milk had ceased to flow. She had become so fascinated by the nipple ring, flicking it with her tongue, gently biting on the nipple itself, tugging on the ring with her teeth. All of these actions had, by all accounts, been well received by Hillary, if the pressure on the back of Grace's head was any indication. As Grace transitioned to the other breast, she went to swap hands, both to support herself and to steady Hillary's breast. She planted the hand that had been holding the breast she had drained on Hillary's opposite thigh. As her other hand moved from Hillary's leg to her current source of milk, Hillary's hand met Grace's hand and pulled it between Hillary's legs. Heat. Wet. Those were the first two sensations Grace registered with her hand. Shocked, she dumbly stood there, continuing to nurse as Hillary moaned and began rubbing herself against Grace's stationary hand. Regaining her senses, Grace attempted to pull away, but the taller woman was stronger. Unable to get any kind of leverage due to her bent-over stance (and her complete inability to leave before she had fulfilled her contractual obligations), the ever-pragmatic Grace elected to just go with the flow and finish her task. Almost simultaneously with the last drop of milk to hit Grace's tongue, Hillary went completely rigid. She stopped breathing and threw her head back. Grace could no more have moved her hand or head if her very life depended on it. After a pause that had begun to cause no small amount of worry to Grace and the others, Hillary took a deep shuddering breath and released Grace. "Thank you", she said, and looking ashamed, added, "And I'm sorry I grabbed your hand and... you know..."

From the position of their bodies, Grace was pretty sure that only Angela had had a view of what had transpired below the table, but she wasn't sure that Angela had even been watching. Ever since that first hand, the tattooed girl had seemed more quiet than she had been up to that point.

"Bravo! Bravo!" Sage clapped as if she had just witnessed some kind of stage performance. In a way, I guess she kinda did, Suzanne thought. At 1700 chips, she wasn't the shortest stack, but she was far from comfortable. If she wasn't able to make a move soon, the blinds would slowly eat away at her stack, eventually forcing her to go all-in whether she wanted to or not. _At least I won't lose any VP if I bust now. I'll have to talk to Bethany about that. _The formerly non-decorated twin had definitely taken one for the team by assuming the only negative VP score for this particular challenge. Worst case, I break even now, Suzanne thought. Thus far, she had managed to avoid any forfeits. At times, she wasn't sure if it would be worse to be on the giving or the receiving end. _I don't like girls like that, but if I was **** to do it, at least I could say that it wasn't my choice. What about being on the receiving end though? Sage had said participation was a two-way street. _Suzanne wasn't sure what that would mean for her. What if I just don't like it? Do I just fake it? How would I fake it? It's not like I've got any experience to go off of. She froze. _What if I like it? _Deciding that right then and there was neither the time nor the place for a crisis of sexuality, Suzanne returned her focus to the game.

Louise was in trouble, and not just at the card table. As soon as Sage had hit her with that punishment transformation after that disastrous escape attempt, Louise had felt it. That need. The urge. She had hoped that "three times a day" would mean every 24-hour period, starting then. Apparently midnight was the deadline and she was not wanting to find out what would happen if she went that far without fulfilling her quota. _If I lose to a three of a kind hand, that'll give me a minute. Can I make someone cum in a minute? _Having never been intimate with a woman before, Grace was unsure. Maybe if Dave was sufficiently worked up before she put her mouth on him she might could make him pop in a minute. But with a woman? Maybe? I do have the same stuff downstairs as they do. I know what I like. Maybe I'll have a fighting chance. But that potentially took care of but one of the three required. Jane? We do share a cabin. It wouldn't be in front of everybody She wasn't sure if that last thought was more to comfort her or Jane. She seemed to enjoy Angela earlier... If I explained it, she'd probably let me, right? Shuddering, Louise let that last sentence wash over her. _I'm about to beg three women to let me eat their pussy. Mentally correcting herself, she amended, I suppose Dave could be one of my three as well. He'd probably love that. Finally a chance to put me in my place, to get me back for the divorce. _But Louise couldn't make the image of a vindictive Dave appear. Hell, he might refuse me because he'd be concerned that I was being ****. What then? Deciding that borrowing trouble that hadn't come to pass would be a foolish endeavor, Louise pulled her attention back to the game. On the very next hand, she looked down to see a pair of jacks. It was just Angela and her left in the pot. Her decision practically made for her, Louise announced all-in. Angela immediately called and flipped over a pair of eights. Louise felt good. Having an over pair was outstanding. She was something around a four to one favorite. The fact that their cards shared the same suits eliminated the possibility of a flush for Angela, as Louise would end up with a higher one. The flop was a blank. Neither hand improved. Disaster struck on the turn. The eight of spades was revealed and Angela went from a 90% favorite to a roughly 95% underdog. With one card to come, Louise prayed to the poker gods to give her the card she needed. Her "one time", as most tournament players would refer to that superstitious belief that they would be granted a miracle card exactly once during a tournament. The river was the ace of hearts. Angela had won.

"Well now. How about that? Angela, it seems that turnabout is fair play!" Sage beamed at Angela. 'Now you get to be on the receiving end of some oral pleasures. How does that sound my girl?"

"S'ok, I guess. I dunno." The lackluster response made Louise worry. If Angela wasn't into this, her job would go from crazy difficult to virtually impossible. Looking at the shorter girl, Louise leaned in and whispered, "I've got to make you cum. From that punishment. Please?" Resignedly, Angela nodded. Swinging her chair out, Angela slouched, pushing her lower half towards the edge of the chair. Louise slid out of her chair to her knees, and was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable she was. _Those fucking knee pads! _Feeling slightly irritated at the brief sense of gratitude she felt towards Sage, Louise leaned in. Angela took pity on her and lifting her butt up, shimmied out of her underwear. To Louise's surprise, Angela's pussy appeared to be wet. As she tentatively reached out with her finger, she caught a bead of clear fluid that had collected at the edge of her labia where one of the rings piercing Angela's lower lips was resting against the flesh.

"Go ahead now. Time's a wasting!" Sage apparently had no desire to draw this out, and Louise felt a strong hand push her face towards the waiting gash of Angela. Her nose made contact first, hitting the ring in the other woman's clitoris. Angela jumped in her chair and her hands shot out and held Louise on either side of her head. Angela's eyes were wide. Looking wildly around the room, in the rear, sitting against the wall, was Bethany. Once again one hand was in her pants and the other was gently tugging on one of her nipples. "Hooooo fuck!", hissed Angela. Where before she had been lukewarm at the thought of letting Louise fulfill her new punishment condition, It's her fucking fault we're in this shitty situation!, the doubled sensations assaulting her clit, along with the phantom fingers toying with her nipple in _just _the right mix of pain and pleasure had the younger woman enthusiastically participating as Louise worked her over.

For her part, Louise (and everyone present save Sage) was unaware that she was getting some behind-the-scenes help from Bethany. For whatever reason, the girl in front of her was suddenly way more into this situation, and she wasn't going to squander the opportunity. In a fast and furious **** on the tattooed and pierced girl, Louise tried every thing she could remember Dave doing to her. Sooner than she had expected, she felt Angela's hands grip her hair, holding her face in place as the smaller woman humped her pussy against Louise's busy tongue. "Cumminnnnng!", Angela panted. Louise had planted one hand on Angela's stomach and the other on the leg of the chair, bracing herself against the thrashing woman. Out of nowhere, an orgasm hit Louise. Holy shit!, was all she had time to think before she lost her ability to hold herself up. Angela's arms, which had been pulling Louise towards her pussy, suddenly had no resistance. Louise found her cheek, which had been covered in the secretions from the other woman's pussy, resting on Angela's smooth mons. She felt the spasms in the other woman's lower abdomen as the grip on her head loosened and then faded altogether. She had never experienced anything like it before. Maybe she had been a little turned on from the thought of causing the other woman pleasure, and from the novelty of playing with a pierced pussy, but she had been nowhere near close to an orgasm. To have one suddenly thrust upon her had short-circuited her brain for a time. As advertised, it wasn't the strongest cum she'd ever experienced, but it was far from the weakest, too. _Uh oh. _Louise knew enough about Pavlovian training to feel a sense of unease shoot through her. _Before too long, three is going to be the minimum number of times a day I give someone head. _She could see how that pleasurable reward could become addictive. But that won't happen overnight. And I've still got two more to go before midnight. Maybe I'll hit up Grace? Shouldn't be too much if she's just receiving oral, right? That's not really gay, right? She could close her eyes and pretend I'm Dave, or who the fuck ever. Yeah... If all else fails, I'll hit up Grace. And with that bit of rationalizing done, Louise collected herself, stood up, and wiped her mouth with the hem of her shirt.

"Sorry if I pulled your hair or... you know, was a little rough", a sheepish Angela mumbled to the now-standing dentist. For her part, Louise hadn't experienced any real discomfort, knowing that she had been far rougher with Dave when he had gone down on her. "You're fine. Thanks for helping me out. For what it's worth, I'm really sorry I got you into trouble," Louise replied, just as quietly.

"Look. This is super fucked up. But if you need to... you know... do that for your punishment or whatever, I.. I can help you out, I guess?" Angela wasn't sure how to go about offering up her pussy for another woman to lick, but if she was honest, it had felt good, and she felt that Louise's punishment had been far more harsh than hers and Bethany's. _Until she used that voice on you, _her mind whispered. Twice in what? 20 minutes? After having it for 20 minutes she goes and uses it TWICE on her own sister. Angela had no response. To her shame (and a small amount of alarm), the thought of Beth ordering her around more shot a bolt of pleasure from her pussy to her brain. Fuck! Get it together!

"So... will you be rebuying Louise? Or is 6th place where you call it quits?", Sage asked. "Remember, blinds are now 200/400. If you rebuy, you'll have a starting stack which at this point would be worth a total of five big blinds. Not a lot of wiggle room there."

Louise thought about it. On the one hand, 6th was not going to give very pleasant transformations. On the other, with an overwhelming likelihood of either getting two awful transformations or, perhaps worse, the chance for that stupid oral sex one to be upgraded, Louise opted for the guaranteed outcome. "I'm done. I'll take my chances with a single transformation and gamble some other time."

"Suit yourself. You may take a seat over on the couches or peruse the Trading Post. You may also crawl under the table and _entertain _the Master while he deals if you want. But under NO circumstances are you to interfere with the integrity of the game. That includes offering advice or otherwise interfering with the players during a hand. Understood?" Sage's tone brooked no nonsense.

"Got it. I'll just find Bethany, I guess." And with that, Louise walked off in the direction she had last seen Bethany.

Louise: +0 VP +1000 BP

Louise: 0 VP, 2400 BP

Play continued on, with Suzanne and Angela being eliminated in the same hand as Hillary, as both short stacks had pushed all in with both having an ace and a queen. Hillary had called with ace king, and her king ended up being the difference maker. After the relief from having her milk drained (she would not use the term 'milked' if she could help it!), Hillary found her analytical mind had quickly grasped the concepts at play. She was also relieved to have two players eliminated at once, as she directed the two of them to make out with each other for the requisite two minutes. It was Angela who took the lead, grabbing the taller teenager and pulling her close, Angela's hand went to the back of Suzanne's neck and rather tenderly pulled her down to Angela's waiting lips. The kiss started out gentle, tender almost. Suzanne hadn't had a whole lot of experience with boys, and less with the business of kissing. She eventually decided to just follow Angela's lead. When she first felt the shorter woman's tongue probing at her lips, her surprised gasp was enough to allow Angela's tongue in to wrestle with her own. She became aware of the other woman's hands, as the hand on the back of her neck had moved south to join Angela's other hand in holding her by the hips. Suzanne wrapped her arms around the shorter woman, in effect trapping Angela's hands against her body. Being so much taller than Angela, it caught Suzanne somewhat by surprise when her hands came into contact with the bare skin of Angela's ass. Instinctively, she squeezed and cupped the other woman's round butt. She felt Angela smile through the kiss and gave out a squeak of her own when she felt Angela return the favor. Suzanne had been grateful to be assigned to the same cabin as the twins. As the two closest to her age, she felt like they had more in common with her, especially Bethany. Well... maybe not as much as you did after that most recent punishment she and her sister got... Suzanne found that while kissing Angela hadn't aroused her much at all, she had nonetheless enjoyed it. She had entertained herself listening to the different noises the other woman would make as her hands explored Angela's back and backside. Eventually, Sage called time, and the two separated, grinning at each other. Both declined to rebuy. Blinds had then jumped past 250/500 and stopped at 300/600.

Suzanne: 5th place - +3 VP +1500 BP

Suzanne 3 VP, 2000 BP

Angela: 4th place - +6 VP, +2000 BP

Angela: 17 VP, 3100 BP

The chip counts after the double elimination were as follows:

Grace: 3150

Hillary: 5850

Jane: 7200

Play continued three-handed as the players were able to do nothing more than maintain their respective stacks. Matters came to an abrupt conclusion for the game when all three players went all-in preflop. Grace's pocket jacks were up against Hillary's pocket queens and Jane's ace king. Jane called down an ace from space on the flop and took a commanding lead. The turn and river were blanks, leaving Grace in 3rd, Hillary in 2nd, and Jane the winner.

As to the forfeit, Jane directed Hillary to play with Grace's breasts for the full two minutes. Hillary thought to protest, but then remembered what she had in effect **** the other woman to do. As she lifted Grace's shirt, she examined the shorter woman's breasts.

Showed Master Her Breasts! +3 VP

Grace: 4 VP, 3500 BP

They were small, but firm. Her nipples such a pale shade of pink that they nearly blended into the skin of her breast. The areolas were small, perhaps the size of a quarter, and the nipples themselves rose to approximately the size of a pencil eraser. And they appeared to be quite sensitive, if the shudders and twitches from Grace were any indication. The two minutes passed without any significant incident. Grace's face and chest were flushed when Hillary finished her oral ****, and as Grace pulled her shirt back on, her nipples were prominently poking out through the thin material.

Grace: 3rd place - +9 VP, +2500 BP

Hillary: 2nd place - +12 VP, +3000 BP

Grace: 10 VP, 4500 BP

Hillary: 18 VP, 3000 BP

Jane: 1st place - +15 VP, + 3500 BP

Jane: 25 BP, 4300 BP

"Well color me surprised! I honestly thought Grace or Bethany would have won. Better luck next time, ladies. Now that we're done with the challenge, up next will be voting on the transformations. Jane, as winner, you'll be immune. Hillary, as 2nd place, your transformation options will all be boons. Bethany, as 7th place, yours will be a punishment, and Angela, as you were the only one to rebuy, we'll find out when the transformations are being voted on what outcome you'll get. So refresh yourselves, grab a snack, go check out the Trading Post, because as soon as we come back from commercial break, it'll be time to vote!"

A/N: I hope to have the voting chapter up by this evening or tomorrow morning. Just finalizing some ideas and I wanted to get this posted at least.