The results: the second half

“What are you going to do to me?” Bianca asked Chrissi.

“Well, I’ve recently been talking with a friend of mine, another host named Vanessa, maybe you’ve heard of her?” Chrissi had, in fact, never met Vanessa in her life. She had, however, been binging her colleague’s current season and had decided to take a couple cues from a rising star climbing the ladder of success.

“You know full well that I’ve never heard of this woman before. Just tell me what you’re going to do.” The cop asked nervously, still hugging herself.

“You see, my friend has this brilliant idea for when multiple transformations tie, or none quite gets where she wants it to go: she fuses them into a completely new one.”

Bianca had to pause to make sure she heard the bimbo right.

“Wait so you’re… rewarding me?”

“That’s right, Bi! You won the challenge and the audience can’t get enough of you!” The host continued exuberantly. “The votes for your transformations were all over the place, constantly tying and switching places, with the winner simply getting there because we stopped counting the votes at some point. So, with all that fickleness on the audience’s part in mind, I’m going to fuse all three into one!”

“Oh… thanks audience. You guys have really been helping me out.” Bianca said to what she believed to be a camera’s general direction, being caught by surprise.

The host smiled slyly at that declaration. She propped up her hand in a snapping position and began introducing her new creation:

“For the record, the winner, by an incredibly small margin, was Voice of Authority with 41.2%, so let’s incorporate details of the others into that one.” Then, she snapped.

My busty bimbo mistress (Boon) - Whenever Bianca tells someone to do something with enough authority, or and adds the words “because bimbo knows best”, they will wholeheartedly believe that’s the best course of action they could possibly take. The more of her tits they see, and the lower their rank in the harem, the more compelled they are to obey her.

“Oh that’s good. That’s really good.” Bianca was impressed. She had been sure the bimbo was about to punish her somehow, but instead she was genuinely surprised.

“Wanna try it out?” Chrissi gestured to the other girls down there.

“Oh, should I? Wouldn’t it be cruel to use such a power on someone else?” The black woman asked, with a heavy deal of sarcasm. “Who could I possibly use this ability on?” She was slowly walking towards Harley.

“H-Hey, sugar, no hard feelings, right? I was just joking around before.” The clown tried to placate the cop, while walking back and nervously trying to hide her fear, miserably failing on both accounts. “You’re back to normal now, so it was no big deal, right?”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t find anything that I have to say a big deal at all.” Bianca ominously walked towards the jester. “You know what Harley? I think you shouldn’t cum at all without getting permission from someone with a higher rank than you in the harem. Do you know why?”

“W-Why’s that?”

“Because bimbo knows best.”

The look of fear and apprehension disappeared from Harley’s eyes in a flash, it was replaced by a look of understanding. She stopped backing away and her posture relaxed. Of course I shouldn’t cum without permission. That’s one of the best strategies to win this game.

“Oh, is that it?” She asked calmly.

“Yeah. Not such a big deal, isn’t it?”

“I guess not. Pfiu!” The clown wiped make-believe sweat from her brow.

“Oh, but look at that: there’s no one higher than you in the harem ranking. Guess there’s no one you can ask for permission to help you, huh?”

“Uh, hum, don’t you think you could help me a bit with that?” Harley’s head was spinning. She simultaneously knew this decision was a great idea, but at the same time she couldn’t help feeling like she had somehow been backed into a trap.

“No.” Was Bianca’s simple answer.

She began walking away from Harley, but turned back just to say:

“And Harley? You _really _should get as horny as possible right the fuck now.”

“Brilliant idea!” The clown immediately started jilling herself. She closed her eyes and imagined Ivy was making love to her right now. Her expert hands caressing and rubbing at the right places. Selina was there too, kissing and licking Harley to her heart’s content. Sucking her breasts, liking her pussy, and sometimes even her asshole with a rogue lick. A pussy eating a pussy, hehe. Harley couldn't help but giggle to herself. She imagined Batwoman was there as well, pole dancing to turn her on, using her pale naked body to entice the villains as she worked the pole. Batgirl too, both heroines dancing and grinding on the pole, kissing and groping at each other, for the sole purpose of turning Harley Quinn on. Harley’s hands reached a fever pitch, but, just like that, they stopped. The anti-heroine stood there, breathless, sweaty, hot and bothered. She knew for a fact she shouldn’t make herself cum, so she was at a loss for what to do next.

Lucky for her, and for all the other girls, whose reactions ranged from embarrassed to horny, Chrissi knew exactly what to do next. And that was to segue into the next results’ announcements.

“Alright ladies, let’s move on! And lastly, for our youngest girls, Sunny and Ariadne. You two have quite a unique case in your hands.” Chrissi waved her hand and a list of both girls’ transformations appeared onscreen, along with vote percentage. “On the surface, this doesn’t seem that strange, Ariadne had a clear winner and Sunny had a clear tie. So why wouldn’t I just choose one of those two options for Sunny and be done with this round? Well, if you look at who won Ariadne’s vote it becomes clearer: it was Sunny, with only 35.5%. And until a short time ago, all of Sunny’s transformations were tied for Ariadne to receive, Wingwoman taking a marginal lead on our final minutes. As for Sunny herself, Wingwoman is at the top too, tied with Sharing The Love at 41.5% each. I can’t give you two the same transformation, firstly because Ariadne very clearly has to receive a transformation that didn’t win, and second, because it frankly would be boring. So, instead of agonizing over this very hard and difficult decision, I’ll throw the ball on your court: you two decide which of you gets Wingwoman and who gets Sharing The Love!”

Sunny was wide-eyed, looking back and forth between Chrissi, the big screens, and Ariadne. All while opening and closing her mouth in confusion, without managing to utter a word. The effect was making her look like a very panicked goldfish. Ariadne was a different story. Her eyes scanned the screen, attentively reading the transformations one last time. She glanced at Sunny, noticed the indecisive woman, then looked back at the host and confidently announced her answer.

“I’d like to receive Sharing The Love.”

“Look at that, Lin, we have a determined woman on our hands! Pray tell dear, why did you choose it so fast?”

Lin tried to ignore her comment, but only partially succeeded, as the blush on his cheeks could show.

“I want to be able to use her powers.” Ariadne pointed to a still wide eyed and open mouthed Sunny. “And this transformation not only gives me that, but I hope it can also give me a better understanding of them. I want every tool at my disposal to win.”

“Very sure of herself. Very committed. You are so precious, dear!” Chrissi gushed at the rogue. “We will start with Ariadne, because I still have some surprises for Sunny later tonight.” She quickly winked at the brunette girl, then turned back to the rogue. “Are you ready, dear?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Great! I’m loving the initiative, if I may say so myself. Just a reminder that, same as with Hyppolita, I’m activating her transformation now, but all future occurrences will be random. ” She snapped and immediately Ariadne’s upper body went completely limp, only being supported by her now stiff legs. Then, her hands rose up, as if being pulled by puppeteer strings, and turned to the closest person to her, Hyppolita.

“Uhm, Ariadne, are you ok?” the cleric asked her roommate. She didn’t receive any answer however. Instead, the rogue’s hands shot out to meet the redhead's body, and began pressing her pressure points with the speed and accuracy of a proficient masseuse. Soon Hyppolita was as catatonic as Ariadne, who started speaking in a monotone voice to the half-angel:

“You are under a trance. You will obey my commands while under this trance. You will not remember anything that happened during the trance once I wake you up. Tell me you understand.”

“I am under a trance. Will obey you. Won’t remember…” Hyppolita answered in a sleepy voice.

“Good. The next time you orgasm, it will be the best orgasm of your life, understand?”

“Yes…”

“Good. Now, wake up.”

As Ariadne gave the command, both women shot up, eyes open and confused.

“Did something happen?” The rogue asked.

“I’m not sure. I don't think so?” The cleric answered.

“How steamy! Am I right, folks?” The host took the reins of the show once again. “I say we let this play out in the long run, see the results of that order in the future. What do you say?” The crowd cheered at Chrissi’s suggestion. Lin suspected they would have cheered for anything she said. “Before I transform Sunny, let’s go and give her the last surprise of the night, shall we?” She made a gesture to Susie, who took another handkerchief from her breast pocket, but as she began to unfold it, it proved to be far bigger than a handkerchief should. Once the sheet was completely unfolded, the stage assistant threw it over an empty space in the arena and, instead of it falling gently to the ground, the sheet got caught and seemed to be covering some sort of invisible form underneath it. Susie then pulled at it hard, revealing the form beneath to be a, now visible, Wheel of Fate.

“Behold, The Wheel of Fate!”

“That’s right folks, Sunny is the very first two time consecutive winner of the Best Girl vote, and we are going to show her transformation alongside whatever it is she wins on the spin of the Wheel. Susie, spin it!” As the diminutive assistant was about to put all her weight into spinning the wheel, Sunny spoke out.

“Wait, wHAT?” She said her first words in a while.

“That’s right cutie, you won again!” Chrissi said sweetly. “Why don’t you thank your fans for their generosity and kindness towards you?”

“Umm, thanks everyone for this… Wait, but the transformation –”

“Spin it!”

Susie put all her diminutive weight onto the Wheel and let it spin. All everyone could do was wait with bated breath as the result was slowly revealed. The Wheel finally stopped at a big red plus symbol with the word “upgrade” written on it in golden cursive.

“Congratulations, Sunny!” The host called out. “You just got a free upgrade to any of your transformations!”

“What?!”

“Obviously I can’t let you use it for Mirror Master, since you just upgraded it yourself. Nice initiative by the way, I’m loving it. So all there’s left is for you to choose between upgrading Pleasure in submission, or Wingwoman.”

The host was looking at her expectantly, but all Sunny could say was:

“Wait, but those options suck.”

“That’s the game you're in, I’m afraid. You gotta choose, sweetie.”

This was clearly way more information than the brunette could handle in that short amount of time, the girl was fidgeting with the rim of her shirt and just staring at a big screen with her transformations listed on it.

“Couldn’t she get her money back instead?” Ariadne asked from the back of the arena.

“No refunds, dearie! She got the bonus from the wheel, she has to have it.” After a couple more seconds of staring at the overwhelmed girl, Chrissi decided to move on for the time being. “While our sweet contestant chooses her bonus, let’s quickly check the other’s results in the Best Girl voting: Harley, you were almost second place, but a couple last minute votes got Bianca ahead. The good news for both of you is that, with a little bit of effort, or maybe even sabotage, either of you could end up winning the vote next week. Oh, and all of you on the top 3 get a bonus of 10 BP each.”

Harley looked sideways at Bianca, afraid to say anything more to the cop, so instead she addressed the cameras around her.

“Thanks y’all! I really appreciate all the votes, hope I can be the winner next time, let’s go!”

Bianca was more laconic.

“Thanks guys. You’re really helping me out.”

Chrissi continued.

“I also have some good news to Ariadne: you went from last place to fourth. I’m sure you can keep climbing up the ranks if you put yourself to it.” A relieved breath could be heard from the rogue. “Lastly, Hyppolita and Valleyr are at the bottom, in this order. Gotta put more work into this if you want better chances, girls.”

“I’ll do better guys, I promise!” Valleyr said while looking for the cameras.

“Wait, what’s the relevance of this again?” Hyppolita said, unconvinced of the vote’s importance. “We get a couple points to spend, is that it?”

“It shows you how favorable the audience is to each of you,” The host answered. “As well as gives you the opportunity to receive a big bonus from the Wheel of Fate.”

“I’m looking at those bonuses right now and, gotta say: I’ll pass.”

“--Not to mention that some of our challenges hinge on audience votes.” Chrissi continued as if she hadn’t been interrupted at all. “So it would suit you to pay attention to their preferences, because it could cost you a win.”

Hyppolita didn’t answer. She turned to look over the rankings onscreen and the Wheel once more.

“Ok, I think I got it.” Sunny finally said. “As much as those two options suck, I sure as hell don’t want to become any more someone’s **** or plaything. So I’m picking Wingwoman to upgrade.”

“Thank you, dear.” Chrissi snapped and the screens were updated

Wingwoman - Will feel a compulsion to help the Master get laid with other women, especially the other contestants.

Upgrade: Wingwoman + Will be turned on if she is able to watch the results of her work.

“Now, let’s get on to the demonstration.”

Sunny winced for a second, but then carefully opened her eyes. “Nothing feels different.”

“That’s because it needs a little setting up, dearie. Would you do me a favor and look at Bianca over there: voluptuous, sexy, a bimbo.”

“Hey!” The titular cop protested.

“Oh don’t be like that, it was a compliment.”

“Just because you like it, doesn’t mean I have to–”

“Oh shush, I’m in the middle of something here.” Chrissi snapped. The black woman instantly froze in place. Then her body moved on its own, showing off her breasts and curves in Sunny’s direction, all while a worried look permeated her now frozen face. With how nonchalantly she had pulled this off, all the girls knew to back off from Chrissi for now, she was preparing for something and would _not _deal well with interruptions.

“Anyway, cutie, we can both agree that Bi here is one hell of a bombshell, right?”

“Hum, sure…” Sunny was blushing and holding thigh to the hem of her shirt. She did not like where this was going, wherever that was.

“And would you say that, if you saw her fucking, would you be turned on?”

“HUM.” The brunette was deep red and did _not _want to keep going with this charade.

“Answer me, dearie. Come on, the sooner you do so, the sooner we can end here.”

“Ok, ok. Y-Yes, it would turn me on.” The girl was completely red in the face from embarrassment, but from getting turned on by all of this as well.

“If you saw her wrapped in her lover's arms, being touched, licked in all the right places. Moaning loudly with delight, delirious with pleasure, her beautiful body sweaty, shaking in ecstasy. Tell me, would that turn you on?”

Sunny was looking straight down now. She rubbed her neck with one hand as she nodded her head to the bimbo’s question.

“Come on dearie, say it with words.”

“Yes! Ok?” She answered shyly.

“And, tell me something, is it fair to say you were imagining this bisexual bimbo fucking a woman?”

“I, well… I-I think–”

“Just nod.”

Sunny vigorously nodded, while trying her hardest to not look anyone in the eye.

“What about if you imagined her fucking a man? Would you still feel this way?”

Sunny shook her head just as hard.

“I’m sorry, dearie, but I’m gonna need a more concrete answer for this one.”

“N-Not as much, no. Imagining her naked is hot, but adding a man there isn’t.” She quickly rattled off, trying to end this as fast as possible.

“And what if that man was our dear Master here?” Chrissi clasped her hand on his shoulder. Lin was already getting second hand embarrassment and second hand horniness from all the demonstrations the girls were going through, but the mention of his name just made him grow as red as Sunny was, and shove his face into his hands as deep as he could. Which, to be frank, wasn’t that deep, certainly not deep enough to hide him from all his feelings.

“Hum… the same?” Sunny managed to say. Her voice was dripping with arousal, she was staring straight down and her hands held tight on the hem of her shirt as they pulled it down. The nerdy girl failed to notice that it positioned her hands right in front of her clothed pussy.

“Ok. The same, huh?” Chrissi frowned and tapped her chin with her free hand. She was putting up a show and loving every second of it. “Well, I can think of a little addition that can change your mind on that. Think of the exact same thing, but this time imagine you were the one to set those two up.”

Sunny bit her lip, bent forward with her hands shoved between her legs, and moaned hard. The arousal was overwhelming. Thinking of a naked Bianca fucking was hot enough, thinking of her with Lin didn’t add anything to it, but simply imagining Sunny herself had anything to do with it, sent her horniness to overdrive. She simply _knew _she was going to explode into one of the best orgasms ever by thinking about this. She knew she had to try this, she knew it would feel amazing, she could feel the wave coming to her and she wasn’t even touching herself yet!

“And that, dear little audience, is the Wingwoman transformation!” Chrissi finished. “By simply thinking about matchmaking her Master (and with a little prepping from yours truly), Sunny is on the cusp of cumming hard. Can you imagine how she’s going to feel when she actually has something to do with it?!” The host snapped and Bianca was moving again. The cop went straight to Sunny’s aid, but the young girl held out a hand to stop her roommate. She knew that any physical touch right now would be it for her.

“And now, to end the night with a blast, we will give Master Lin here a little gift.”

“Oh god, it isn’t over yet?” His voice came out muffled from between his hands.

“Tonight, oh Master, is the first night of the rest of your life. Tonight is the first night you will get to sleep with one of your girls!”

The camera panned from the VIP box to show the Wheel of Fate. It was now divided in only six segments, each with a picture of one of the contestants doing a sexy pose. The camera perfectly captured Susie’s smile as she spun the wheel once more, this time to determine who would go to the Master’s suite tonight. What the camera didn’t catch, however, was the two women whispering to each other in the corner of the arena.

“Oh boo hoo, master’s getting embarrassed for being shown to millions of viewers getting horny for some beautiful women.” Ariadne whispered to her roommate with contempt.

“Yeah, while we’re out here, getting our bodies and minds changed to better fit his desires. Not to mention possibly never seeing our friends and families again.” Hyppolita answered her,

“Yet he’s the one we should be sorry for. Because he feels bad. Typical.”

“None of this is his fault, but I’m more than ready to do some damage to this show. You got anything in mind?” The redhead asked conspiratorially.

“Not yet, but I–”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!”

The Wheel had finished spinning, and the pointer landed straight on the picture of a smiling, bikini clad Hyppolita.

“Congratulations! You will be the first of the contestants to have a private night with the Master.” Chrissi cheered from her booth. “You should feel lucky, that’s a great opportunity to get a bunch of points and get the lead while you still can!”

“You mean to have lots of sex and provide entertainment for your perverted viewers?”

“That too! Of course, we won’t **** you to do anything. Just go with what you feel most comfortable. But don’t forget the points!” And with that, the bimbo turned to one of the cameras. “And that’s a wrap on our first competition folks, how exciting! Over the course of the next week, our lovely contestants will each get a night alone with the Master in his room to do whatever it is they want with him. Some of it may be steamy, some of it may be cute, there’s only one way to know and that is to keep watching! Tune in after commercials to see the first night with Hyppolita, our redhead warrior angel. See you there!”

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Author’s Note: sorry it took so long to write what was supposed to be a quick follow up chapter. Life happened. A lot. But now everything is mostly good, it just may take a bit longer between chapters, but I’ll keep writing. Thanks for keeping up with me so far and I hope you’re having a good day!