The New Contestant

As the Host sat back in his leather reclining chair in his large office the TV screens behind him each focusing on one of the individual sluts in the current game, he lit up a Cuban cigar, one of the few pleasures he enjoyed from the Human world and was just taking his first draw when the door opened and a tall leggy woman in a designer business suit with a bag over her head was **** in by one of the guards and stopped in front of his desk at which point the guard removed the sack.

“Ah Miss Morgan how good to see you again.” Smiled the Host.

“What the hell is going on here, do you have any idea what abducting me like this is going to do to our on going arrangement not to mention your life expectancy.” Snapped Lilah.

“Yes about our little arrangement, we have a little problem there, you promised me eight champions of good to enter into the games and put on the market but you failed to come up with a contingency if anything happened to one.”

“I held up my end of the bargain, I found a sex demon powerful enough to transport that many people here without any risk to you or your employees, not my fault if you killed one of them.”

“No she didn’t die just had to withdraw.” The Host pushed a button on his desk causing a door at the side of the room to open behind which stood Cordellia, her long black hair following down her back, her eyes lined in thick black eyeliner and lips painted dark red. She was dressed in a pair of thigh length 7-inch heel black latex boots elbow length black latex gloves, a spiked collar had now replaced the old one, a tight form fitting black latex mini skirt that hugged the curves of her perfect ass and a latex top that showcased her new G-cups.

“Cordellia,” Lilah smiled, “You look……..slutty.”

Cordellia detached a whip from her belt and cracked it across the ground in front of Lilah making her jump, “Shut up Bitch, it’s Mistress Cordellia to you from now on.”

“Mistress?” Lilah chuckled but before she could say more Cordellia had twisted her arm behind her back and **** her head down onto the Hosts desk. Cordellia then held out her black-gloved hand and received a collar, which she promptly locked around Lilah’s neck.

“What’s this?” Lilah said clutching her neck.

Cordellia reached for the button on her belt and delivered a shock to Lilah, “Silence bitch.”

“Like I said,” the Host began, “You promised eight sluts for market, well now I have only seven so guess what you get to be number eight.” He turned back to Cordellia, “Very nice work, you’ll do well here my dear.”

“Thank you Master, I will take great pleasure in making this worthless whore realize her true self.”

“Whore, look who’s ….” Cordellia again activated Lilah’s collar.

“Well you’ll have every opportunity, once she’s introduced to the games during the next round she’ll be bunked up with Willow under your supervision.”

“Thank you master, I will ensure both of them become the most self-loathing pathetic whores, I will destroy their identities ad ensure no one will believe they are who they were.”

“Excellent,” the Host said, “Until then take her to the stocks until the next game and don’t let the others know about her yet, can’t spoil the surprise. Then you can return to the lab for some fine tuning.”

The Host watched Cordellia violently shove Lilah out. He would have to continue testing her to ensure her loyalty but it looked promising so far. In the meantime he would continue to **** the sluts to cope with the violations of their bodies and minds for the next day or two until the next games. The demons always enjoyed this part the most watching the humans suffer what had been done to them before their minds had been altered to approve of it, they enjoyed the horrors they endured and their **** and ultimately always futile attempts to escape and the punishment that they would endure when they did.