The Grand Reveal

Yuki smiles her megawatt smile. "So now that you are all in your proper place, let's reveal the mystery I'm sure you've all been waiting for. Who is our new contestant? What are her transformations? Now, I'm sure one of us knows who she is, right Ben?"

The microphone finds Ben's face over Yua's naked shoulder. He looks at Yuki. His voice is leaden, almost dead. "It's Wendy, right?" Yuki fades, only to appear at the end of the row. Her hands go to the helmet on the bound girl on the sybian, pulling up, revealing a cute lady of Indian descent, a beautiful Desi girl with large beautiful breasts. Though there is still one item on her, as she wears a leather bit gag. "Yes that's right! It's your ex-girlfriend, from across the country. Your ex-girlfriend, your new girlfriend, your new intern. Welcome to Veena Kumari, but she goes by Wendy!"

Yuki's hand rubs along the bound woman's face, as she moans into the gag, her body still pleasured by the sybian beneath her. "We tried to hide it, with the whole mask thing, and even pumped up a few assets on her, but the heart knows, right? I'm sure the second you saw her body, you knew just who your newest conquest was."

Ben's voice begins. "Please, she doesn't have to be part of this, she's not even part of the company..." But his words stop as his mouth moves but sounds no longer come out. "Oh, silly, weren't you listening? She's perfect to be your intern. Maybe not head intern, so there is a bit of dissonance there with the other positions, but all of your add-ons won't be members of existing departments. And given the fact that she is younger than you at 22, it wouldn't make too much sense either for her to be established in the company, right? Now, watch along with the audience Ben."

Ben doesn't understand, until a screen appears in front of his throne, looking for all purposes like a hologram from some future sci-fi show. He sees as the invisible camera man traces along Wendy's body, showing her curves and the sybian between her legs, before coming to settle on her face, the leather bit gag still crossing her otherwise familiar face.

"Anyways, let's take out this gag and interview our new contestant, shall we?" Yuki smiles as her hands go behind Wendy's head, before the gag falls away. "So how do you know Ben?" Wendy looks at her, before looking down. "Could you stop this, the vibrator, uh, I'm..." She can't help but moan in the middle of her sentence, but Yuki puts a finger on her lips. "Uh, uh, now, answer my question. And soon enough, you'll be thankful for it, anyways. A bit of heat will help you."

Wendy looks at her, scared, and continues despite the vibrator between her legs. "Uh, he's my ex-boyfriend. We broke up when I got accepted, uh, at Yale for my psychology master's degree. He wasn't interested in moving, despite the fact that, oh god, his degree could really work anywhere. He said I should take my second choice, which was local, but he wasn't even employed at the time, fuck me.... I called him selfish, he called me entitled. We fought." She struggles to talk, as the string of her conversation falls to a few moans and small words as she tries to overcome the feelings inside of her to assuage her very scary captor.

"Ah, I see, so did you leave him then and there?" Wendy looks at her. "I'm sort of cold, can I..." A look from Yuki, makes her continue in fear. "Uh, no, we sort of came to terms with it. He didn't want to move far away from his family, from his friends, ohhhh and I didn't want to give up this golden opportunity. So we broke up. And now you brought me onto this weird, uhhh, game show, gave me that contract, and now I'm here."

Yuki tut tuts. "It's a reality show, not a game show. God, you really do have quite a few bimbos in your harem, don't you Ben?" Wendy visibly shivers. "Please, can I get some clothes, I feel like I'm freezing..." "Oh, well, I wanted you to come out and say it. As the viewers at home know, we have put a magic spell on to make sure that none of our naked girls can feel the weather. However, there's one wrinkle to that spell. They can't feel the outside weather to make them cold. But we never said anything about transformations that make you feel cold. Now, let's get to those shall we? We have two transformations that have already been applied to you, and one more in the wings. Then there's the one you'll get from coming last, but that is going to be a bit. Now, your first two transformations are... Close Enough and The Embrace of Leather."

A screen just like Ben's floats in the air in front of Wendy, and she feels her voice speak out the words as she reads the cruel words in front of her.

"Close Enough- Her body is changed just a bit, a cup size here, a stomach tightening there. Oooh... Just enough so her boyfriend would struggle to recognize her."

"The Embrace of Leather- Wendy will feel cold, almost like she is freezing, if she is not wearing some form of leather, even on the hottest of summer days. OOooOO..." She begins to moan, as she visibly pants despite her body shivering. She is getting close to her orgasm, but she can feel it recede just a bit, a puppet dancing on its strings of her puppeteer. Yuki smiles. "Oh, so I guess you want back some form of leather right? Silly old me. Well, let's give you a little gift for joining our show."

Yuki reaches up and around her neck, almost looking like she is going to strangle the girl, only to pull back revealing a black leather collar around her neck. The collar has the words 'Ben's Ex' written across the surface in shining silver writing. As Wendy feels the cold disappear, it only seems to raise the heat between her legs, as Wendy moans hard. She rocks her hips, trying to get that last bit of sensation. It's so close. Just a few moments and...

"So now we can reveal your last transformation. It's a fan favorite, so we felt it was appropriate to give them one more taste of it. That's right, it's Fantasies Come True!"

And with that, Ben watched as Wendy orgasmed hard, so hard it looked like she might pass out. So hard that it almost feels like Ben is going to ejaculate from Yua's butt against his hard cock alone, as his eyes trace her beautiful body in ecstasy. As he thinks back on the last time he saw Wendy like this.

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It was the last time they had sex. He had grabbed her hair from behind, she loved when he did that. His other hand had laid a playful little spank on her ass, and it drove her wild. He knew that she was a bit of a sub, though he only played at the edges of it. He didn't want to commit to the lifestyle, he didn't understand it, and didn't want to understand it. He played along, with just the bare minimum to show he was trying. So as he came into the condom he insisted on despite her birth control, she was happy, even if deep down there was that unease. She had cum, his cock was fantastic, but could she have felt better? If he was the man she wanted him to be?

The two lay panting, cuddling after sex. There was silence, as Ben wrapped around her smaller form. The silence only seemed to deepen, as neither exchanged cooed words of love, but only lingered on in a silence that grew poisonous, tranquil to the point of unnatural length. But then there was a sigh, a sigh that almost broke the relationship right there. The type of sigh that bears so much meaning, even a 5 minute conversation couldn't convey the level of frustration it holds.

"I got accepted to Yale. I'm planning on going. I know when I applied, you told me that I didn't have a shot, and that you didn't want to move. Well, I told them that I was going. I accepted."

Ben struggles to find words. This was wrong. This wasn't the way this conversation should go, the way that any of this should go. Right after sex, right when he felt the most comfortable with their relationship. But it was happening. "Wait, what? You didn't even talk to me about it? You didn't even give me a chance to try to dissuade you, to try to..."

"It's over, Ben. We're over. I..." She wants to feel something. She wants Ben to do something. To take control. To put her over his lap and spank her until she says that she'll tell Yale that she is no longer interested. For him to grab her hair and fuck her until she can't imagine leaving him. She wants him not to sit up, leave her side, put distance between them. Which he does.

Ben looks at her. "I understand. There's been this growing distance between us. I had hoped that we could paper over some of it, admit that nobody is anybody's 100% match. That a few steps from both of us could bridge any gap. That we could make it work. But if you want to go, I don't want to go. So maybe this is right."

Wendy begins to cry. Why was Ben so stupid? His cock felt so good, he treated her just how she wanted to be treated in their everyday lives, appreciated and didn't take advantage of the love and devotion she showed him, put so much effort into their dates. Why, why wasn't it enough? Why was she like this, why was she the weird one? Why did she want him to get so rough, to claim her as his little slutty ****?

"Maybe it is." She says, clutching the sheet to cover her nakedness, her voice halting in her throat as the tears fall down her cheeks. But her wavering words dig a furrow into Ben's brain, into his very sense of self. "Maybe I need a man, who loves me, who can give me what I want. A real man, one who can take charge and grab the opportunities in front of him. I guess you're not that man." She stands up, taking the blanket with her, grabbing some clothes before going to the bathroom.

As Ben thinks. Am I making a mistake? Does she really want this to end? Or can I still fix this? If she wants a man, a real man, I could be that for her. I could. But... Can I? Can I really? Can I become someone I'm not? She was so devoted, it was not a play. She wanted to be some guy's ****. And I, I don't want to be her master. Or at least, that's what he thinks. He could fake it until he actually wanted it, he could bust into that bathroom, throw her over the sink, take what they both wanted. Or he could sit here, wondering what could've been. If he had the will, the necessary ambition, to take what he wanted, what deep down he knows she wants. If he could be a real man.

Those stinging words ring in his ears, as he sits there, as he hears her come out of the shower, out of the apartment, out of his life. A week later, she came with a moving company after spending a few nights on her friend's couch, grabbing her stuff. Though she let them in, then waited in her car. It was over. They were over. Forever.

Though forever can be quite brief sometimes.