Suzie, you got some splainin' to do!

Sage fumed. Surely not. Surely to fuck she did not. A note? A fucking note?!? On MY season? To one of MY girls? Goddamn it. Goddamn Shar. Goddamn it Terry! Did you think I was fucking kidding? Do you want us all fucking canceled?

Sage stood and paced. She counted to 10. She counted to 100. She tried to view the event in the light most favorable to her staff. Nope. Still awful. With a thought, Sage found herself in the woods. Just in front of her, a petite redhead was walking down a trail. She was short, fit, and wore glasses. Her red hair was pulled back into a braid. Sage would recognize her anywhere. It was Teresa, her younger sister.

"Terry!", Sage called out, startling the younger woman.

"Oh shit! Sage! What are you doing out here? I thought we had a break until closer to dinner tonight." Terry sounded genuinely confused.

"That's what I thought as well, Terry. However, something came up that demanded my attention. My IMMEDIATE attention." Sage thought she controlled her anger reasonably well.

Terry looked concerned. "What happened this time? Did Steve mess up another poll? I told Gladys to double-check the lighting before the transformation reveal. Wait! Oh no! Tell me Mom didn't-"

"It was you, Teresa." Sage's voice had lost its anger. Instead, her tone was cold. Detached. Dispassionate. "Shar left a fucking note in Jane's bird book. How do I know this? I'm glad you asked. I know this because I just watched it fall out of her book and into her lap. I told you that this kind of performance is unacceptable."

"But Sage! She's a fucking Host! What am I supposed to do? Stop her? In case you haven't noticed, she's about two feet taller than me. Also, she's a fucking HOST! You KNOW I can't stop her if she puts her mind to it! This is unfair!" Terry was scared. Quiet Sage was a scary Sage. Terry much preferred her sister's loud and profanity-laden rants. Bad things tended to happen when Sage got quiet.

"As I told you before, Teresa, I don't expect you to stop her. Or any Host. I expect to be informed. I have to know what kind of fuckery is going on during MY production. Your job. Your PRIMARY job, is security. If you can't keep something out, you are to inform me immediately. You have failed in your task. Had I known about this, it would have been a trivial matter to confiscate that note while Jane was out of the cabin. But I didn't know. And so, during a live feed, the audience got to watch as my cast was fucked with AGAIN by an outside party. I don't think I need to remind you what's on the line here, but I'm going to just in case. ALL of our asses are collectively on the line here, Teresa. Not just you. Or me. Or mom. Hell, I'm not even sure Sgt. Barkles would be safe. Terry, you're my sister and I love you. But I can't afford the consequences of repeated failures. This is strike two. Please. Please don't think I won't follow through on my promise to you. One more major fuck-up and you're out. You're in the harem. Is there anything you have to say?" Sage fought to keep her voice steady. She was simultaneously furious and broken-hearted. I can't let sentimentality get in the way. Not again. I've seen what happens. Mom nearly got canceled over Aunt Constance. Even then, they still stripped her of all but the tiniest fraction of her magic. That might have been more cruel than putting her in that guy's harem. Shuddering, Sage looked back to her sister.

Terry was pale. Worse, she knew that Sage was correct. Terry had discovered the incursion and had meant to tell Sage. But then the kitchen blew up. And then the other thing happened. And then Sage discovered the tampering with the water. Terry knew she had nobody but herself to blame. She found that she couldn't meet Sage's eyes. She sagged, "I'm sorry, Sage. I'll do better. I won't let you down."

Sage nearly caved at the pitiful tone in her sister's voice. But the Producers are probably watching this. This is no time for weakness or indecisiveness. Steeling her nerve, she reached out and with a finger under Terry's chin, lifted her sister's gaze to her own. "I hope you don't, Terry. I really do." And with a thought, Sage disappeared.

Like a puppet whose strings have been cut, Terry collapsed. Holding her knees to her chest, she shook with the sobs she had held in. I won't let you down, Sage! I won't! She hoped she was right.

*****

Suzanne tried to speak as Jane hustled them down a hallway in search of a room. Every time she opened her mouth, Jane shushed her. Jane found a doorway that looked promising and ushered Suzanne inside. Before the door had fully closed, Jane had spun Suzanne around bringing them face to face. Or, face to boob. Suzanne was reminded briefly of how much taller than Jane she was. Then Jane started speaking. Suzanne quickly felt like the shorter of the two of them.

"Suzanne, what in the name of fuck were you thinking? What the fuck is going on with that book? Have you read ANYTHING in school? How many stories are there about a seemingly harmless magical item that turns out to be anything BUT harmless? Does the term "monkey's paw' mean nothing to you? Also, why were you walking around in the woods naked?" Jane stopped for breath. "Don't get me wrong, you're gorgeous, but chica there are a ton of bugs and poison ivy and shit out there, and I'm pretty sure that none of us are wilderness experts. I definitely DON'T want any of that shit on my sensitive bits, you know?"

Suzanne was flummoxed. The first part of Jane's tirade she fully expected. She'd asked herself several of those same questions. But then Jane said something that completely derailed her train of thought. "Naked? I wasn't naked. I'm wearing what I wore earlier today. What are you talking about?"

Now it was Jane's turn to be confused. "But I saw you. I was looking for birds with those binoculars and..." She trailed off. "Fuck me. It can't be, can it?"

"Jane? What are you talking about?", Suzanne asked, thoroughly confused.

"One sec, mija." Jane removed her backpack and pulled out a battered leather binocular case. Extracting the binoculars, Jane held them to her face. "That bitch!" Sighing, Jane thrust the binoculars towards Suzanne. "Here. Look."

Confused, Suzanne held the field glasses to her face. Expecting to see a VERY close Jane, she instead watched what appeared to be a video of herself walking to the Wilderness Pavilion. Nude. Blushing, she lowered the glasses. "No. Keep watching", Jane said. Suzanne complied. Her blush deepened as she watched the events of her morning play out from Jane's perspective. When the sequence finished, she numbly handed the binoculars back to Jane.

"So... yeah." Suzanne had no idea what to say.

"Yeah." Jane gestured to a pair of chairs. "Let's sit. We need to talk." As the two sat, Jane made up her mind on the order of things to discuss. "That journal. Explain what you've been doing with it." At the look on Suzanne's face, Jane softened her tone. "Look. I'm sorry. You're not a suspect. This isn't an interrogation. I'm not angry with you. Not really angry. I'm a little scared though. I just want to know as much as I can so that we can figure out how to fix this, okay?" Reaching out, she took one of Suzanne's hands in hers. "We're all in this together. We're going to work together, right? So now is the time for honesty. Total honesty. I'm not judging. Okay?"

Suzanne nodded. Briefly, she recounted her discovery of the journal. She told Jane everything that the Book had told her. She ended with the question that she now had to answer by 10:30 the following morning.

"Huh. That's fucking wild." Jane was surprised at the comprehensiveness of the Book's knowledge and deviousness. "I think it goes without saying that using this thing is maybe not the best idea going forward, you know?" Suzanne nodded her assent. "So. That leaves us with this little problem you have." Jane stopped, thinking. "No. This little problem we have." Suzanne felt a rush of gratitude for the shorter woman. "The easiest solution would be to just ask Brewer to take you tonight with whoever he picks. Unfortunately, since I took you last night, you can't go back until everyone else has had a night with him." Jane stood up and started pacing. "I don't know what he would say if you just walked up to him, dropped trou and were like, 'Come and get some, big boy!', you know?" Suzanne snorted a laugh. "Also, I don't think that's how you want your first time to go, is it?" Suzanne shook her head. "If we told him what was going on, he'd probably do it, but then he'd be all kinds of mopey and sad afterwards because he'd tell himself that he had just taken advantage of you because you didn't really WANT to fuck him. You did it at gunpoint. Of course, he'll completely gloss over the fact that he's not the one compelling you to do this. He'll just focus on his involvement. And he'll always think about that in the future." Jane stopped and looked at Suzanne. "Thoughts?"

"Not really", Suzanne replied. "I had had more or less the same thoughts on it as I made my way over here. And you're right. I didn't want my first time to be like this." Blushing, Suzanne studied her hands. "I wanted to last night. I just chickened out. I'm so stupid! It's not that big a deal! Why didn't I just do it last night? Or come join y'all this morning? He's just going to see me as a stupid kid!" Suzanne hated the petulant tone but couldn't keep it from her voice. "What do I do?"

"First off, we calm down. We're not going to panic. If we panic, we just make dumb decisions, only faster. With me so far?" Suzanne nodded. "Good. Secondly, you're wrong. It IS a big deal. Your first time should be on YOUR terms. Unfortunately, it would appear our timetable has been accelerated somewhat. I wish I had known last night." Jane grinned. "Or this morning. But", she shrugged. "No sense wasting time wishing on shit that didn't happen. The way I see it, you have several options." Holding up a finger, Jane continued. "Option one, you corner him this afternoon and tell him everything. Mostly everything. Probably just the stuff about you, specifically. He won't like it, but he'll probably do what you need. This might be the worst option, as it's going to definitely fuck with his head, and just as he was finally starting to come around on this whole thing. Option Two", she held up a second finger, "Is just like Option One, except you don't tell him. You just corner him this afternoon and talk your way into his pants. This is better than Option One, but I don't know if you'll have as high of a success rate. Again, he'll probably try to talk you out of it or otherwise cockblock himself. Still better than Option One." Holding up a third finger, Jane continued. "Option Three. We spend the rest of the day brainstorming. He spends tonight with whoever, and you make your move in the morning. This one has a much higher risk factor, as you'll have considerably less time to come up with a contingency should your morning sales pitch fail. But... the reward here is probably the best. I think this one leaves him the most 'intact' of the three options thus far." Suzanne nodded along. "And finally, there is Option Four. You do nothing. Or, you try and fail with one of the other options. We see what the Book does. Actually, this might be the worst option. That thing is magical. There's no telling what it could do. We don't know if it's operating according to Sage's whims or if it's an independent entity. I don't think we want to find out. But, you're a big girl. I'll go with whatever choice you make, but I reserve the right to tell you what I think you should do. I'll tell you once and then keep my mouth shut. This is your body, your decision. But I think I'd be a shitty friend if I blindly supported what I thought was a bad decision. I would hope that everyone here would do the same for me." Looking at Suzanne, Jane was gratified to see a nod. "Okay. So. Have I missed anything? Do you see any other options?"

Suzanne thought about it. She couldn't think of anything else. It really did boil down to just a handful of decisions. Tell him everything this afternoon. Tell him nothing this afternoon and try to seduce him. Come up with a plan and try it in the morning. Do nothing. Suzanne thought some more. "I think there might be an Option Five." At Jane's raised eyebrow, she continued. "Option Five is just like Option Three, but if our plan fails, I tell him tomorrow and hope there's enough time before the deadline." She grimaced. "But again, I think that's going to have the same, if not worse problems than Option One. I could see him being upset that we didn't tell him about it as early as possible, you know?"

"Yeah. You're not wrong on that one", Jane agreed. "Again, it's your body and your decision. He has to respect that. I'd still put your Option Five over the 'do nothing' option, though.

"For sure", Suzanne said. "Jane, can I ask you which one you think I should do?"

Jane shook her head. "Nope." Seeing the sad look on Suzanne's face, Jane clarified. "What I mean is, this is YOUR decision. I want to know what YOU want to do. I promise to tell you what I think is the best decision, but only after you make up your mind. I'm going to leave you to think about this, as it's pretty serious. We have about an hour before lunch. How about you tell me after lunch? Will that be enough time?"

Suzanne nodded. "Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Jane." She gave the other woman a hug, surprising the short Latina. Stepping back, Suzanne's expression fell. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to let you down. I feel like all I've done is remind you that I'm just a dumb kid."

"Cut that shit, Suze. You're not a 'woe is me' kind of girl, and neither am I. You fucked up. It happens. We all do. It just so happens that your fuckup came on some fucking magic sex reality show or whatever. Point is, you keep your fucking chin up and move on. Just don't make the same mistake twice, right?" Getting the nod she was hoping for, Jane stepped closer. "And I promise, chica, I definitely don't see you as a kid. You're all woman." Before the blushing Suzanne could react, Jane pulled Suzanne down and gave her a quick, if heartfelt kiss. As the flustered Suzanne straightened up, Jane reached out and gave both of Suzanne's breasts a quick squeeze, saying, "Honk honk!". and winking. "I'll see you at lunch!" Jane walked out, headed back towards Dave.

Suzanne sat down heavily in her chair, reaching up to touch her lips where Jane had kissed her. She had a lot to think about.

*****

Returning to the Common Room, Jane found Dave where she had left him. He was sitting in a chair with a thoughtful expression on his face. Seeing her come in, he straightened up and stood. "Jane! What's up?"

As Jane approached him, her eyes fell on the scoreboard. As she registered the changed scores for Angela and Hillary, she stumbled and caught herself. "I might ask you the same question, Brewer. Care to elaborate on your morning's activities?"

Dave looked away, cleared his throat and looked back, a sheepish expression on his face. "So, um, Angela, or rather Bethany told Angela to uh-"

"Blow you, right?", Jane interrupted. "Good. That only leaves me and Hillary." Looking back to the scoreboard, Jane's eyebrows rose. "Holy fuck! Wasn't Hillary in the low 30's or something? What the fuck did you do? What did she do?"

Dave colored. He had never been a "kiss and tell" kind of guy. Obviously he and Jane had discussed their respective sex lives in their years of working together in close proximity every day, but he had never been graphically specific. He had felt that discussing his and his wife's intimate life in detail would be disrespectful to her. Jane had had no such compunctions regarding her own exploits. Dave had rationalized their differences in opinion as a product of a serious relationship versus the more casual flings Jane had. Out of habit, he started to downplay his and Hillary's actions, but remembered what she had told him. "You're the Master of this harem. It's your prerogative who you tell what. My place is with you, David-sama. I'm tired of fighting this." She had seemed utterly sincere. And this was Jane. Trusting himself, he told Jane. Everything.

"Holy shit, dude! Fucking awesome! High five!" Jane held a hand up and he disbelievingly high-fived her.

Did I just high five my partner for getting anal from my wife's best friend? What a fucking trippy last few days this has been.

"She really put your cock back in her mouth after you fucked her ass? That's fucking hardcore, man." Jane's eyes twinkled.

"Yeah, but remember? Her ass is like a pussy. Sort of. Remember?" Dave fought against the impulse to look at his feet.

"Oh yeah! I forgot about that. Sweet! So how was it? Good? I bet it was good. How'd you do it? She didn't try to tell you what to do or anything did she? Did she like it? I would like to have seen that. Hmmm... maybe next time you'll give a sister a head's up? I'll just sit and watch. Although..." She trailed off. "I probably need to see what the Trading Post has. Soon you're gonna want to fuck my ass, too, and with that hog you're packing, I'm gonna need some help, I think."

Dave was thunderstruck. This was not the conversation he had envisioned having with Jane. As she spoke, his mind flashed back to earlier that morning. The sight of his cock sinking into Hillary's ass. The feeling. Her moans. How submissive she had been. She had just given herself to him. And then Jane's comments registered. Fuck her in the ass? Dave had long been an admirer of Jane's ass. He had loved the contrast from the night before, watching his pale cock disappear into her brown folds, shockingly pink on the inside. He thought about grabbing two handfuls of that amazing Latina booty. And she's apparently down for it? Despite the morning's activities, Dave felt himself hardening again. Jane noticed. He wondered, not for the first time, if she just delighted in trying to get a reaction out of him.

"I see you like that idea, Papi", she purred. "But we don't have time for that now. However", she eyed his growing bulge. "Is it safe to say I'm the last holdout on giving you head?"

Dumbly, Dave nodded.

Jane smirked. "Well, I think I need to take care of that then. Besides, there's no way you're going to be worth a fuck in conversation with that going on. You're probably thinking about bending me over and railing this juicy booty, aren't you? You naughty boy. You know I caught you staring at my ass over the years, right? Don't deny it. I don't mind. I didn't mind then either. You just think about that while I take care of this", she said, gently stroking him through his shorts. "Once we've gotten this taken care of, we can talk about what I actually came here to discuss. Deal?"

"Uh... Okay? Are you sure? I mean-"

"Jesus Brewer. Yes. I. Want. To. Suck. Your. Cock.", Jane interrupted, sliding to her knees. Sliding her shirt off, she pushed gently back on him, forcing him to sit in his chair. "Play with my tits while I do this if you want. Also, you can push me all the way down. Suze and I bought the same upgrade last night. Go wild. Just tell me before you cum, okay? I want to taste you." Seeing his nod, Jane fished his cock out of his shorts. "Fuck me, but Sage did you a solid here, Brewer. I might actually need to thank that bitch. Now. Relax. Let me take care of this." Jane got to work.

Blowjob! +8 VP

Jane: 64 VP

Repeat VP For Blowjobs Unlocked!

*****

Hillary found Grace, Louise, and the twins at the pool. She was moderately surprised to find everyone topless. Unexpectedly, she felt a rush of gratitude towards these mostly strangers. Even if they weren't currently doing so for her benefit, the fact remained that they HAD the night before, for no other reason than to show solidarity with her.

"Hey Hill!", Louise called out. Walking up to her friend, Louise held Hillary at arm's length and looked her up and down. "Are you okay? Did you...?" She left the question hanging.

Hillary fought the impulse to deny anything happening. But I don't think David would want me to lie. Looking her friend in the eye, Hillary nodded.

"So?", Louise prodded. "Details, girl. I need details!" She smiled at her friend. "I'm glad, Hill. Was he nice? Were you?" At Hillary's flustered expression, Louise giggled. "I know you did more than blow him. There's a scoreboard down here as well, you know." She pointed towards an area under an awning. "So... front or back?" Louise gave her a devilish smile.

"B-back", Hillary whispered, blushing.

"You dirty girl! His choice or yours? Was it good?" Louise knew she was being a little pushy, but she just had to know. She smiled at Hillary. "Was he happy? Were YOU happy?"

Looking to make sure they were out of earshot, Hillary started to answer, then stopped. Sighing, she shook her head. "Let's go over to the others. They're going to find out eventually, and I'd just as sn only tell this once."

Louise gave her friend a hug. She was aware of the feel of Hillary's breasts against hers. Pulling back, she smiled at her blushing friend. "I'm so proud of you. And I'm happy for you as well. Come on!" Grabbing Hillary's hand, she pulled her friend towards the waiting group.

Taking a seat in the shade, Hillary found herself the center of attention. Grace got up and came over, giving Hillary a hug and a quick kiss. Pulling back, Grace smiled. "I told them that I was developing feelings for you. And it turns out that we're not the only ones. I don't see much point in hiding it. I hope that doesn't bother you." Grace paused, thinking. "In retrospect, I should have discussed this with you beforehand. I'm sorry, Hillary."

"It's fine, Grace. Really." She squeezed the shorter woman's hands. Taking a deep breath, she blew it out. "Okay. How do we do this? Want me to just talk or would you rather ask questions first?"

"Which would be easier for you, Hillary?", Bethany asked. "The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. We can leave if you want."

"No. Stay." Hillary felt another wave of affection for this group of relative strangers. "After your little reveal, I hardly think talking about anal sex and a blowjob is going to be all that difficult." Belatedly, she registered the words that had come out of her mouth, snapping her mouth shut and feeling her face color.

"Nice one!", Angela said, grinning. "How was it? Did it hurt? What position were you in? He finish inside or outside? Did you blow him before or afterwards?" She looked to have more questions, but stopped at a gesture from Bethany.

In spite of her embarrassment, Hillary laughed. Oddly, having specific questions to answer made it easier to talk about. She began talking, gradually gaining confidence. The group let her speak, waiting for her to finish before asking follow-up questions. When Hillary got to the end of her story, Louise perked up when Hillary got to the arrival of Jane and Suzanne. The group had begun speculating on what the two might have to discuss when the scoreboard dinged loudly and the text: Repeat VP for Blowjobs Unlocked! scrolled across the bottom.

"Nice one Jane!" Louise sounded genuinely happy.

"I told David that he should take the two of you tonight", Hillary said to the twins. At their expressions of surprise, she elaborated. "He had to pick between me or Bethany. I got quite a few points from him this afternoon. And those are going to be the last points I get from him for a while, I believe, since apparently only blowjobs are currently available for repeat VP." Looking around, Hillary looked flustered. "I'm not trying to pressure any of you into um... a-anal. I know that I have a somewhat different uh, situation. I just think you two should have a chance to get some VP, is all." Blushing, she looked at her hands. She desperately didn't want this newfound sense of camaraderie to evaporate. And she certainly didn't want anyone to feel pressured into doing something they weren't ready to do.

"Nah. It's cool, H.", Angela said. "Don't sweat it. Besides, don't sell yourself short. You can still get points for fucking him, right? What?!?" Bethany had smacked Angela on the arm. "She CAN. The uh, other might feel better, but she still has her pussy, you know?" Bethany glared at Angela, but Angela was defiant. "Well, she DOES."

Hillary sat stunned. "I appreciate you being sensitive for my situation, Bethany, but I believe your sister is correct. I didn't even think about that." Hillary flushed. "I stand corrected."

What followed was a series of questions and answers. Hillary found that the more she talked, the more comfortable she became. She had felt that the others would judge her and was again overwhelmed by the sense of solidarity and sisterhood on display. The quintet spent the afternoon at the pool, discussing various subjects, only a handful of them sex-related. When Grace discovered that they could get lunch at the pool, none of them felt the need to leave. As the afternoon approached evening, the group grudgingly agreed that they should go get cleaned up before dinner. Unspoken were any concerns about the upcoming transformations. Louise had suggested that particular conversational ban, saying only, "We'll deal with them like we've dealt with everything else. Together. There's no sense in borrowing trouble from the future."

*****

Six PM found Dave and his harem sitting down to dinner. He recalled his afternoon. Jane had sat down to discuss his plans going forward for dealing with the "VP issue", as she had called it. She had reminded him again of his promise to help them, and what that help would look like. She had reminded him as well of the less than pleasant future awaiting all of them should they not get the requisite VP before this hellish experience ended. She had extracted a grudging promise from him to go along with whatever the girls asked of him. That had been an awkward conversation. She had repeatedly reminded him that the night before he'd had no compunctions regarding Suzanne participating in their activities. Eventually, she had gotten to the root of his ****. Guilt. Shame. Guilt over the fact that only a connection with him caused these women to be kidnapped to this show. Shame over the excitement he felt at actually having a harem. Guilt over the fact that his shame was keeping him from doing what he had promised to do. A feedback loop that at times threatened to overwhelm him. He had, for the first time, really opened up with Jane about the Voice, and his struggles with it. Jane had been typically sympathetic. She had called him a pussy and told him to get over it. Leaning in, she rested her forehead against his.

"Look, Brewer", she had said. "I know this isn't how you imagined things working out. But this is how they are. Listen to that Voice. From the sound of it, you did when you were dealing with Hillary and it sounds like it worked out pretty good. Keep on, okay? We've promised to say something if you start acting like a dick. Trust us like we're trusting you, please?"

They had been briefly interrupted when Suzanne came back in. She had told Jane that she was going for number three or something like that. Jane had told her that that was what she would have done as well and Suzanne had left. When Dave had asked about it, Jane had blown it off and said it was just some girl talk and left it at that. After the interruption, conversation had moved to other topics. Jane had suggested getting lunch and after they ate, she had taken her leave, saying something about wanting to grab a nap. Dave thought that a nap sounded good and had gone back to his cabin. He woke up around five and had puttered around before grabbing a shower and heading to dinner.

The atmosphere around the table was tense. Attempts at conversation felt and sounded ****. All thoughts were on the impending transformations. It was almost a relief when Sage made her appearance.

"I trust we have all had a pleasant day? New horizons and whatnot?" Sage leered at Hillary. Not getting the reaction she was apparently hoping for, Sage continued. "The results were interesting. Some of you had much closer votes than others. We'll start with our 7th place finisher, Jane! You'll be pleased to know that your vote had the largest percentage of votes for the winning option. Getting over 72% of the vote, the winner is:

She'll Have What I'm Having: Jane is Dave's partner. The first one on this season to have sex with him. The reason that he can now check 'Threesome' off of his bucket list. Helping the other girls has been Jane's M.O. thus far. Should this option win, she will become increasingly interested in seeing the other harem members transformed into Dave's feminine ideals. (Corruption, Punishment)

Jane blinked. She didn't feel different, but then again, she hadn't been able to notice the other transformation when it hit her either. She felt like she should be concerned about this latest transformation, but she couldn't bring herself to worry about it. Before she could get lost in her thoughts, Sage was speaking again.

"And in 6th place, Jane's young protege, Suzanne! This was one of the more contentious votes, with a late surge carrying the winner to victory. That winner is:

It's Like I'm Not Even Here: Suzanne is a remarkably confident and capable young woman and is well-regarded among her peers. However, since being transported to this show, she has increasingly felt insecure around these older, beautiful, more experienced women. Over time, both the Master and the rest of the harem will begin to view her as a sex object to be used for their pleasure. She will find herself increasingly aroused at the thought of being used for sex by anyone in the harem or by the Master at the drop of a hat. Should one of her sisters or the Master use her in this fashion, she will be incapable of feeling anything but positive emotions about the experience. (Free Use, Punishment)

Suzanne swallowed. This was the one that scared her the most. As she thought about it though, she felt a little twinge of arousal at the thought of Jane walking up to her, dropping her shorts, and putting her pussy right on Suzanne's mouth. Suzanne could well remember -

"However, I am going to be using one of my vetoes!", announced Sage, breaking Suzanne from her thoughts. "Because this vote was so close, I am going to give you the second place finisher as well. That one is:

You're Speaking My Language: Suzanne has known who Jane is for most of her life. Her opinion of Jane has evolved from jealousy to respect to possibly something more after last night. It was Jane's selfless example that inspired Suzanne to follow Jane's lead and volunteer for sixth place. Suzanne will now receive the same, but slightly weaker transformations as Jane. (Hero, Punishment)

Suzanne glanced at Jane. She wasn't sure what to think. Jane winked at Suzanne and mouthed, "It'll be okay". Suzanne nodded and tried not to think about Jane or one of the other girls reaching under her skirt and playing with her pussy just because they were bored.

"Up next is sweet Louise, our Master's ex-wife. You had other really contentious vote. Hopefully you're a fan of Kate Winslett, because the winner is:

Paint Me Like One Of Your French Girls: Jane is a looker, no doubt about it. And Dave never tired of looking at her. However, he's only human. And even though he now has seven (six, if you're counting the twins as the same) different women to lust over, occasionally his eye is going to wander. He can't help it. The women in his harem can't help it. With this transformation, Louise's physical appearance will change to whatever form the Master wants when they are together. This will be a conscious decision by the Master. Louise will be excited by the prospect of better pleasing the Master. (Ideal Woman)

Sage looked to Dave. "For example, let's go with Kate Winslett." Sage pointed at Louise. Except Louise was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it appeared that Kate Winslett was now sitting in Louise's seat.

"Stop that!", yelled Dave. "Turn her back! What the hell, Sage?"

Sage laughed. "That's up to you, my dear. Just look at her and imagine she's regular old Louise again."

"Who are you calling old?", groused Louise. Turning to Dave, she winked. "It's no big deal. Really. This could be fun. I still remember your List of Three", she said with a wink. Dave blushed.

"Can we get on with this awfulness, please?", said Dave.

"Of course we can, Sugar. I just wanted you to get a peek at one of the few purely physical transformations this season. You can thank me later. Moving on, our resident prosecutor, Grace! Yours was never really in doubt, I'm afraid. With a commanding lead, the winner for you is:

I'm Listening: Grace has been called cold and detached before. At times, she has prided herself on her ability to compartmentalize her emotions. Whenever Grace orgasms, she will enter a state of suggestibility. While she may resist certain suggestions that are wildly contrary to her nature, over time, she will be able to resist them less and less. She will have no conscious recollection of whatever was suggested to her, nor will she remember that she has this transformation. Additionally, no one will be able to tell her about this transformation. (Hypno)

Grace blinked. Sage held up a hand. "Just to assuage any fears you might have, these suggestions won't be permanent. They won't be personality altering. They'll have to be more along the lines of, 'Flash your tits anytime someone claps', or the like. I have no idea of losing who you are. Okay?"

"What are you talking about?", asked Grace.

"Exactly", replied Sage with a smile. Before the confused Grace could ask anything else, Sage turned and pointed to Angela. "In another surprise (to me, at least), the winner in yours had VERY little competition. Although, now that Hillary has opened the back door, you'll probably be happy that you got:

Fun-Sized: Aside from Grace, the twins are the smallest women in the harem, and even then, the difference between them and Grace isn't very big. Angela has seen the size of the Master's new equipment. She worries about her ability to accommodate him. With this transformation, ALL of her orifices will gain the elasticity necessary to comfortably take the Master's improved cock. This transformation will automatically apply to Bethany, as this is a sex-related transformation. (Twin, Stretchy)

Hillary held her head in her hands as Louise tried to console her. Angela was surprised at the relief she felt. The description had been accurate. She had wondered about if he would fit. Anywhere. Guiltily, she felt relief that this would make things with her sister easier. She looked at Beth and smiled. Bethany blushed and smiled back.

"And lastly, we come to the other Baxter twin. Bethany, yours was the second-biggest margin of victory. It seems our viewers have a thing for twins, because you got:

Wonder-Twin Powers, Activate!: While Bethany is the dominant twin, she may temporarily alter Angela's body for the duration of her submissive phase. These alterations may range from purely cosmetic (larger breasts, skin color, etc) to more comprehensive and exotic (the tongue is now located inside the vagina, can only gain nutrition from sex fluids, etc) . There must be at least 24 hours between applications of the same alteration. Upon swapping roles, the temporary alterations will switch to Bethany. She will be unable to remember this transformation's flipside, nor will anyone be able to tell her about it. Upon taking the submissive role, Bethany will remember this transformation's complete description. Angela will NOT be able to inflict any changes on Bethany. (Shapeshifter, Twin, Boon)

"However, I'm going to veto this one", Sage announced. "Rather, I'm using my veto to modify this one slightly. I think you should be able to change yourself, too, if you want. Just know that whatever you give yourself, your sister will get when you swap roles. Just like whatever you inflict on Angela, YOU will get when you swap. The new description reads:

Wonder-Twin Powers, Activate!: While Bethany is the dominant twin, she may temporarily alter Angela's body for the duration of Angela's submissive phase. These alterations may range from purely cosmetic (larger breasts, skin color, etc) to more comprehensive and exotic (the tongue is now located inside the vagina, can only gain nutrition from sex fluids, etc). Bethany may also elect to alter her own body while she is the dominant twin. There must be at least 24 hours between applications of the same alteration. Upon swapping roles, any alterations made will stay with the ROLE (sub/dom) and not the TWIN. She will be unable to remember this transformation's flipside, nor will anyone be able to tell her about it. Upon taking the submissive role, Bethany will remember this transformation's complete description. Angela will NOT be able to inflict any changes on Bethany. (Shapeshifter, Twin, Boon)

"Huh." Bethany pondered this development. "So I will forget that whatever changes I make to Ang will come to me when we swap?"

"Sure thing, sweet tits", said Sage, lightly fingering the chain hanging between Bethany's exposed breasts. "You got it in one."

Bethany blushed, but made no move to remove Sage's hand.

"We have but two things left on our agenda", announced Sage. "First will be the results from the Best Girl Poll. And after that, the Master will announce who will be spending the night with him tonight. With no further ado, the results were:

1. Jane: +3000 BP ==> 5100 BP

2. Suzanne: +2700 BP ==> 3900 BP

3. Grace: +2400 BP ==> 11000 BP

4. Bethany: +2100 ==> 6400 BP

5. Angela: +1800 ==> 6900 BP

6. Hillary: +1500 ==> 5800 BP

7. Louise: +1200 ==> 4800 BP

"I don't know what to say, ladies. I'd say some of you should try harder, but I'm not sure what else you could do. Maybe folks will have a different opinion in the next poll. Time will tell. Now!" Sage clapped her hands. "Tonight's entertainment! Who's it going to be, Master?"

All eyes turned to Dave. Jane caught his eye and raised an eyebrow. Giving a very slight nod, Dave remembered the gentle chewing out that Jane had given him that afternoon. Looking at Sage, he stated, "I'd like the twins to join me tonight."

Sage smiled widely. "Of course! And may I say, I like the decisiveness there. The way you just told me instead of asking them. Very Masterful, if I do say so." She winked. "That concludes my business for the night. Tomorrow is a free day. The day after will be another Challenge Day! Isn't that exciting? Finish up and enjoy your nights. Dave, you and your guests need to be in your cabin by 7:30 PM. You'll stay together until breakfast tomorrow morning at 7:00. Ta ta, my sweets!" With a flourish and a bow, Sage disappeared.

*****

Sage sank into her sofa. Kicking her feet up, she sat back. Summoning a bottle, she took a deep drink, belched, and sighed. What a day. Progress was being made. The girls were settling into their roles. It appeared that most of the Master's conscience had successfully been suppressed. For now. With luck, these next few days would help solidify his new normal.

Sage contemplated the harem. She recalled numerous seasons where the harem members had been ruthless competitors. There had been many memorable moments of betrayals and secret alliances. She smiled at these memories. This particular group was somewhat of an outlier with their whole teamwork schtick. She would have to consider whether or not she wanted it to continue. On the one hand, it was producing results. On the other hand, the drama was a little... lacking. Sighing, she took another drink. Looking towards her bed, and contemplating if she could be bothered to walk the distance from the couch to her bed, she looked over her decor. The picture of her family. Mementos from previous seasons. The framed picture of Shar. The-

"What the fuck?!? Goddamn it. Fuck me in the ear motherfucking cocksucking FUCK!" Sage threw the bottle into the fireplace where it shattered in a most satisfying way. "Terry! Goddamn it!!"

*****

A/N: This will be the last chapter for a week or so. I'm headed on vacation, so I won't be writing much, if any. Apologies for the delay. Hopefully, Terry will help everyone be happy in the meantime. See y'all in a week!