Surrender, but don't give yourself away (canon)

They came together not out of some pre-planned action, but more from the simple movements that govern most meetings of people. It wasn’t a strategy meeting, as it had felt like mere days ago, but a coincidence of movement and the need for company. Maricela and Yua went to their room after the earth-shattering changes inflicted upon them, and Emma joined them after Ashley disappeared somewhere. The former alliance, victors of the first round, laid low. Humiliated. And changed.

"It's over." Yua said it, and all merely nodded. "There's no point anymore. In the end, it only hurt us." She looks down. "It was foolish of us to even try, I see that now. It was... basically hubris. To fight Yuki. To fight Goshujin-sama, as weak, pathetic onna (woman)..."

The tension that had felt so real, like it would tear them apart as Emma joined them before the challenge, had completely disappeared. There was no blaming, for the chastity belt plan that had barely put a dent in Callie’s upward momentum and consumed all of their BP resources. Or for Emma’s immediate betrayal, though her change would probably have been a suitable excuse. It was like trying to find fault for a flood that had swept them all away. Maybe it was Emma’s fault that they had gone with the plan, but it was based on their prior understanding of the world. One that not a single person could claim to hold now. That Daddy, Goshujin-sama, Ben, must be resisted. Compared to that oversight, the particulars felt inconsequential. Silence consumed the air. Nobody said anything, letting Yua’s note sink deeper, a knife to the very idea of what their alliance had hoped to achieve in the first place. Eventually Emma, the last one who was still capable of even the most mild resistance, spoke up.

"Yes, it is over. I can't risk being... punished like I was last night. But... well, we could still help each other... Just don't fight against Ben."

Maricela answered, not with a concurrence or argument, but with a question. “Why aren't you fighting? I thought that you'd be fighting still. Yua and I both got a lot worse than you did last round. Daddy is... well I can't even imagine fighting him now."

Emma holds her arm, her posture tense. "Last night was... it was like heaven and hell. The depths... being denied over and over… they were so dark... Trying to figure out how to earn forgiveness, it felt... almost religious. Trying to find some way to make myself worthy. I focused on it for so long, as if it was the only thing that mattered. Castigating myself, bound in my own fault. And forgiveness... it was bright shining light. There was pain, but it was engulfed in, like, an almost divine ecstasy. When I... when he forgave me, it felt... spiritual. Like a god from on high smiled upon me. Like I was absolved of all sins. I felt serenity, grace." Maricela looked at her, a look of both fear and dawning understanding crossing her face. A look of awe, in both its most terrible and inspiring connotations. She had known that feeling in the walls of a church.

"Now that it's over, I... I don't know what to think. When I woke up, it was like seeing a man who had channeled a god, as just a man again. So feeble, yet so capable of greatness, of being… more. Part of me almost wants to make trouble, only to be forgiven afterwards like a petulant child seeking an aloof adult's attention. But would you journey through hell just to reach heaven? Would you seek punishment in the desire for forgiveness? I... I need time." Emma looked away, and her face looked ashen, consumed with a hard question. For their part, both of the other women looked at her with sympathy, understanding, in a way, what it meant for such a titanic shift of perception.

Yua picked up from the silence. "I understand. Nobody has the will to fight him, his strength is too much for us… Still, we don't need to end the alliance. If anything, maybe... well if you both want, we could help each other be better for Goshujin-sama, maybe make up with him and the audience... well, I'm not sure the audience will turn around on us quickly. We are still older... so maybe, helping each other, we can make up the difference?"

Maricela speaks up. "I mean, are we sure that still won't upset them? We're still ganging up on the others. And... well I'm not sure we even agree on just how to treat Daddy. I still need to talk to him. And Yua will be with him tomorrow. So... maybe we should just table this for now."

"To decide to dissolve the alliance or change it. But... well, maybe we can help each other grow more beautiful for Daddy in the meantime. Callie has laid out the path, that our willing love and submission can win over the audience. So, how about it? Could you guys help me choose an outfit, I’ve… sort of been out of the game for a while."

Ben climbed the last few stairs, his body shambling slowly, carefully as he was finally allowed to feel the exhaustion. During the course of the six orgasms he’d had with the two ladies, he’d never slowed, never gave the slightest hint of flagging enthusiasm or bodily weakness. Such simple mundanities as knowing when enough was enough never quite penetrated the minds of the Master and his two Slaves. Now though, as he climbs the stairs like an old man, unsure of each step, as he reflects on how having sex with the two of them then turned into a blowjob competition, which then turned into a lesbian makeout session, which then turned into a snugglefest, which then turned into another round of sex with each of them. It seemed… excessive.

So would he stop now? Leave them behind? No… He had felt incredible in the moment. If anything, the soreness was like one after a good workout. Part of your mind felt like you’d never do it again. But an even greater part felt like the pain compared to the pleasure was nothing. Still, a little time in bed would be helpful, and if he had stayed there, he knew that by now he’d be on orgasm number seven or eight. He still had his date with Maricela tonight, and he wanted to rest, even if his body could presumably “perform” without it.

So as he turned the corner, he was shocked to see Wendy sitting there. And she was… what in the fuck was she wearing? Well there was the collar, that was obvious from the start. But she was wearing some type of fetish latex outfit. Tall heels led up to leather pants, the garment hugging every curve as it tightened into a corset, before moving up to hold her generous breasts in a half cup. Then there was her face, the slightest flush visible on her dusky skin.

She quickly stood, walking up to Master. “Oh, you were out? I sort of wanted to talk with you. So I thought… well, I thought that I’d enter your room and wait, but I can’t. Did you lock your room?” Ben answers by walking up, sliding the door in its traditional paper door manner. He looks at her askance. His question one of curiosity. “No. How about now?”

Wendy looks at the door. “You don’t see the shimmer? It’s… like a forcefield from some science fiction book.” She walks forward, touching it. She looks up. “Emma.” She says it, reading it along the top of the barrier. Ben could see nothing, apparently there was more to this place beyond his perception.

It made sense to Ben, in fact he’d sort of already internalized it, even if this was his first outright proof. People don’t bother him when he’s in his room. That’s why Emma hadn’t entered his room yesterday, despite her clearly **** urge to do so. She couldn’t. Nobody but him and the girl of the night could enter his room. And it was still the day after Emma’s night.

Can’t have the girls stealing each other’s spotlight...

Ben coughs. “So, uh, that’s why you couldn’t enter my room, it seems like there is some magic keeping girls that belong in, and girls that don’t out. And uh… well what’s up with the outfit?”

Wendy looks down, suddenly embarrassed. This wasn’t how she imagined it going. Back then, she thought she’d be in his bed, splayed for him. A little come hither look the only invitation needed. Now it was awkward. Like she’d shown up to a funeral with whips and chains.

“I… I just wanted to say I was sorry. For everything. I want to be together again. Like how we used to be.” Ben couldn’t help but laugh at the heartfelt moment given in such attire. “Do you tend to apologize in fetish gear? Maybe I should’ve called you out a few more times back when we were dating.”

Wendy looks at Master, hurt. “I… I wanted to really show you I meant it. I thought the apology would come after the sex. So I bought this, intended to surprise you with it. But, it didn’t go according to how I thought it would go.”

“How you thought it would go? What, did you think that if you had sex with me, that it’d smooth over how you left? How you told me that I wasn’t what you needed, that I wasn’t man enough for you? But now, now that I’ve got other women fawning over me, you want in, and you want me exclusively? Aren’t you the jealous one, now that you see just how much of a man I really am?!” The tall man stands over the diminutive woman, her eyes down, her arms over herself, the smallest modicum of protection against her Master..

“Master, you’re scaring me.” Ben looks at her, really looks at her and sees her fear. Ben looks down. Am I letting this place get to me? What, do I expect her to apologize with some demeaning bow? Like what they **** Yua to do on the first day here? Do I expect her to get over my knee, so I could punish her like Emma? Or would it be better to take her like Callie?

Ben begins to deflate, his posture losing its anger, but the hurt can’t help but leak into his voice. “I’m sorry. It’s just… It feels like ever since you got here, you’ve been building a wall between us. Like I needed to apologize. I wasn’t the one who ended our relationship. Frankly, I’ve already moved on. So, no, we can’t go back to how we were. I’m actually coming back from sleeping with two girls.”

Wendy looks wounded, but not surprised. “I… I know. It’s hard to not know when your brain lights up with joy when you’re staring at the ceiling, trying to think of how to fix our relationship. The first time was ok, I understood that it was bound to happen. The second time was a bit annoying. The third and on… it made me decide that today was the day. That I couldn’t let this linger any longer.” She looks down. “And… yes, you’re right. I was… foolish, expecting it to just return to how it was. I… I want to show you what it can be like, with me being yours, fully yours.”

“And the others?” Ben asks, looking guilty. It was by no means his right to sleep with other women, that was just how this place had twisted him. Wendy still looked down, further closing her body position. “...It’s fine. I know that now you have choices. I hope that you’ll choose me. Just please… try to forget what I said back then. I meant it to get a rise out of you, to make you take a bit more initiative. Now, now you’re almost too dominating. But, I want it. I want you.”

Wendy turns. But Ben grabs her wrist. “Please, let’s try to hash this out. We keep running away from each other. We’re here, right here, right now.”

Wendy looks down, looks lost. “I… I don’t know how much talking can really help us with this. I wanted to be on your bed, waiting for you. To show just how deep my devotion lies. To hear you say good girl, to feel the full embrace of your love. Sex was what broke us up. I think it… I think it will help us fix it.”

“Then let’s do it. Just because we can’t sleep together in my room, doesn’t mean we can’t find somewhere else. I left a futon in the historical artifacts collection.” Wendy shakes her head. “Not where they did it. Not where…” Ben understands. “Meet me in the morning at the top of the building. I’ll give you what you need then.” To which Wendy responds, “Yes, sir.”

Ben understands in that moment that his Voice of Authority just triggered. But he doesn’t try to walk it back. He just lets it sit, lets her walk away. Merely sighs, as he walks into his room. Lets it fall from his back as he goes to the shower, turns on the water, letting the water run off his back. As he takes a towel, lays it on the floor, and decides to lay naked in his room. As he thinks over what he has become, what shape the future has for Wendy and him. And all of the others. I was so active, so commanding just an hour ago. Is that me? Or is this me?

And with his thoughts reflective, his body exhausted, he falls asleep.

The next sound shouldn't have waken him up, but due to the demands of the plot, it does. A gentle knock at the door. “I’m here Daddy.” Maricela’s voice comes through the door. Ben stands up, quickly going to his dresser. He quickly puts on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt. He doesn’t bother with shoes or underwear as he quickly tries to make himself decent.

He comes to the door, quickly, running to it. He didn’t want to keep Maricela waiting. He couldn’t afford to have such a misunderstanding. I keep fucking up, making people think that they are not good enough for me.

Maricela stands there, in a sundress, not quite slutty, but showing off quite a bit of skin. But in her hand is something. She holds it, offering it to Daddy.

Ben takes the scrap of paper. It is a photograph, worn, like it has been bent and folded countless times. On it are the faces of two people, a man and a boy. The man’s face is older, with lines that show a life of happiness. “Diego and Mateo. Daddy, I know that this will be hard, but please… Please try to allow me to come home to them.”

Ben looks up at the woman, lost. “So what, do you want me to avoid sleeping with you?” What was the point of starting with this?

She looks at Daddy, no, at Ben. Ben sees the HR manager that had hired him, the sweet woman who had been like a mother to him, in her eyes. “No. I want you to have sex with me. But if you can, leave some part of me, something human at the end of this all to see them. To say goodbye.”