Uh oh indeed

"You DARE to attack me? Your MASTER? Your harem sisters??" Turning to Angela, "Your own flesh and blood sister?"

"Nnn-no! We didn’t attack anyone!" Angela found she could speak again. Still can't move, she thought. "That was supposed to just be a noisemaker. Aaa- a big firecracker! Louise said it would just make a loud noise!"

"Did she now?" Sage's voice had lost the rage, the mania. It was calm. Cold. Calculating. "So. You're telling me that this was all her plan? Is that it? She can't hear you, by the way. I'll speak to her in a minute after we finish our little chat." Angela felt a hand caress her head. The sensation made her think of how she would pet her parents' dog. She shivered, or at least tried to.

"Y-yes. B-bethany is innocent!" Angela couldn't bear the thought of hurting her sister. Sure, they had wildly different lifestyles. And she had taken no small amount of pleasure in chipping away at her sister's facade of innocent naivete these past few hours. But Angela would never hurt Beth. Or stand by and allow that to happen without intervening. "She had nothing to do with this!"

"Tsk tsk tsk. So brave. So loyal. So... sisterly. Too bad it's also bullshit." This last phrase was nearly spat out. "You say she's innocent... but she knew of this abomination masquerading as an escape plan, didn't she? And she said NOTHING!" Sage's calm veneer cracked for a split second but was soon restored. "She may not be as culpable as you two soon-to-be-made-examples-of runaways are, but she is FAR from innocent. Incidentally," Sage was finally visible, bending at the waist to look Angela in the eye. "You might be interested to know that had I not magically protected the kitchen from potential cooking accidents, your sister, your Master, and Grace would all be dead right now. Not just injured. Not maimed. Dee Are Tee. Dead Right There. As it was, it was a near thing. I hadn't anticipated an actual bomb going off. I was able to throw up a shield at the last minute. All the dust you two saw as you ran out was the concrete counter and floors turning to dust when they hit the shield I put up. Everyone is safe and unharmed. For now." Sage winked at Angela. "We'll see in a little bit how everyone is doing. Now you just sit tight. I need to have a word with this world's naughtiest dentist." And just like that, Angela was frozen again. She heard Sage talking, and presumably Louise answering, but the words were fuzzy and indistinct. Angela could tell Sage's voice from that of Louise by the tone alone. One voice was calm and measured, the other increasingly high-pitched and agitated.

Abruptly, Angela found herself standing. Sage stood in front of both her and Louise. "I've heard enough. We still have a challenge to do tonight. I'll deal with you two once we get back to the Friendship Center. Your little "distraction" did quite a number on the dining hall, Doctor Louise. The poker game has been moved to the Friendship Center, which might end up for the best, as now you'll all have a chance to check out the Trading Post.

With a snap of Sage's fingers, the trio found themselves inside what Angela assumed was the Friendship Center. It was styled similarly to the rest of the camp's esthetic. Log walls, wooden floors, huge stone fireplace, large overstuffed leather sofas and armchairs around the fireplace. Warm lighting. Illustrations of couples (sometimes more than just two people) engaging in various sex acts tastefully framed on the walls. _Wait what? What the fuck? _As Angela examined the so-called artwork, she realized that the individuals in the pictures were her and the other kidnapped women. The only male depicted was that Brewer guy. He is NOT any master of mine! And in the middle of the room sat a familiar looking poker table.

"Angela!" Before she knew what had hit her, Angela found her self wrapped up in Bethany's arms. The sensation of both hugging and being hugged was something she still wasn't used to. "I was so scared! Sage was so mad! But you're ok! I told Sage that it wasn't your idea. I'm so glad you're safe!"

"She's ok for now, little girl", Sage corrected. "Before we get this game underway, we have a little housekeeping to attend to. We have three naughty little girls who did something extremely foolish. Do you remember what my first rule was?" Looking around, Sage included the entire group with her gaze. "Anyone? Beuler?"

Nobody wished to break the silence, and after an uncomfortable pause, Sage relented. "The VERY first rule I gave you lot was very simple. '**** towards me, the Master, or your harem sisters would be met with **** prejudice'. Somehow you three managed to not leave anyone off that list! I'll give you credit for thoroughness, but negative five thousand on intelligence. " Sage tapped her chin. "This will not do. No, it just won't do." Tapping her index finger against her chin, Sage paced in front of the assembled group. "You've put me in quite the pickle. On the one hand, I absolutely need to make examples out of the three of you, but on the other..." Sage trailed off.

"Three of us?" Louise found the courage to speak up. "It was just Angela and me. Who's the third?"

"Why sweet Bethany, of course!", replied Sage. "You see, she knew about your little conspiracy. She might not have acted on your foolhardy plan, but she KNEW about it and said nothing to me. In my book, that makes her guilty of participating." Seeing the indignant looks being directed her way, Sage held up a placating hand. "But I will draw a distinction between knowledge of the plan and the foolishness of acting on the plan. She will get off lighter than you two, but she will be getting a little reminder nonetheless." Sage turned away and held her finger up to her ear.

"Terry. Did you go get those cards from my coffee table?"

"Yes. The ones Shar sent."

"I am well aware that it's a bit unorthodox. Again, I will invite you to go tell her all of your opinions on this matter. I would also advise that you have all of your affairs in order before doing so, as I won't expect to see you again if you are dumb enough to go do that."

"So that's a yes? You have them?"

"And you're sure you don't want to go see Shar?"

"Good. I don't want to hear anything else on that subject. Do you see that Leather for Lace one?"

"That's the one. Listen. We're gonna tweak it just a smidge. Here's what I want you to do." Sage lowered her voice and walked away from the harem and its Master.

"You got that? Read it back to me."

"That's it? You didn't decide to use this as an opportunity to impress me with your improvisational skills?"

"No. That's-"

"Wait. Say that again?"

"By the Lady Garden of Venus! You're telling me you came up with that?"

"Not bad, Terry. But in the future, Let me do the thinking. That's the one I was going to go with. Get them prepped. We'll be using them shortly."

"Also, give Sgt. Barkles a belly rub and tell him he's the Goodest Boy."

"Yes I'm fucking serious. Our Head Statistician and Voting Integrity Director deserves the perks that come with the job! Now do the thing and get your cousin and Steve and y'all go fix the kitchen."

"Yes. THAT kitchen. Also known as THE ONLY FUCKING KITCHEN AT THIS FUCKING CAMP!"

"Good. And one last thing. This time, make sure you don't leave anything our aspiring escape artists can use as an IED. Now seriously. Go handle it. But first get those cards prepped and ready. Chop chop."

Sage turned back to the group. "You might be surprised to know, but this fantastic show you find yourselves starring in is but one of many such productions! Oh yes. From cruise ships to ski chalets, haunted castles on the edge of oblivion to tropical paradise and everywhere in between. We hosts," Sage stopped and squared her shoulders. "We hosts have an _interesting _relationship to one another. On the one hand, I wouldn't cry a single tear if they were all canceled tomorrow, as they are my competition. But that would just be silly! They run such diverse and fun shows that life would be so much more boring without them! On the other, without them and their shows, we would have no audience, and therefore much less magic. So I think of them as necessary. There's a bond, for sure. And from time to time, they even go out of their way to offer assistance. Tonight is one of those rare moments when a host's magic will affect two different casts! Just think how special that makes you!" Sage beamed.

"Terry. Is it ready?"

"Good. You remember the rest of my instructions?"

"Good deal. Carry on. And Terry?" Sage sighed as if she were in pain. "Nice work. Don't let it go to your head."

"Will our enterprising escape artists please step forward?" Sage gestured and Angela, Bethany, and Louise found themselves woodenly marching forward to stand in between the harem and Sage. Angela reached down and held Bethany's hand. Be strong for Beth, she told herself. You have GOT to be strong. She's counting on you to get the two of us out of this shit hole.

"Starting with our favorite twins!" Sage pointed and the lights dimmed. A spotlight (Where the fuck did a spotlight come from?, Dave thought) shone down on the aforementioned twosome. "As I said before, I hold you both responsible, but not necessarily _equally _responsible. One of you at least THOUGHT about how dumb this idea was. Perhaps, Angela, you should listen to your big sister"

"What the fuck? She's like four minutes older than me!", Angela retorted. "We're the same age!"

"Regardless, my dear, she's still technically older, and as our lovely lawyers will tell you, 'technically' is sometimes all you need. Regardless, the point stands that you should have heeded her advice and you didn't. So," Sage paused, gathering herself. "Courtesy of Shar, She of the Haunted Castle, Our Favorite Gothic Giant, The Vampire Vixen, I will give you Leather for Lace - Naughty Twin Edition!

Leather for Lace , NTE - All their lives, Angela has been the more dominant twin. She would boss Bethany around and willfully ignored her parents' wishes when it came to school, dating, and practically everything else. Bethany has always looked up to her sister, even if she couldn't bring herself to follow her sister's example. She's even tried to convince Angela to follow her example, although to date, Angela has never done so. Today that dynamic changes. Angela will find that she may only wear lingerie that is made of lace, or sheer materials. She will have a leather collar that will never come off. She will find herself submitting more and more to her sister's wishes. She won't be a mindless **** though. She will know exactly what she's doing. She just won't be able to match wills with her sister anymore. At the same time, Bethany will only wear leather from now on. She will find that her outfits are predominantly risqué in nature. She will also begin to see her twin sister as subservient to herself. The desire to dominate her sister, both in their day to day lives as well as sexually, will grow. Unlike her sister Angela, however, Bethany will have no internal conflicts about the nature of her relationship to her sister. Bethany's attitude toward both her harem sisters and the Master will remain unchanged.

"Nooooooooo!" Surprising Sage, it was Bethany who had the more visceral reaction. "Oh yes, my dear. Say goodbye to mild and meek doormat Bethany. Say hello to Mistress Bethany and her inferior sister Angela!" Sage snapped her fingers and a flash blinded the audience. Blinking, Dave looked to the twins. He could definitely tell them apart now. Angela indeed was in the same quarter-cup bra and thong that she had been wearing under her camp uniform, only now, they were accompanied with a garter belt and thigh-high stockings and a thick leather collar with a ring set into it. A thin chain hung between her nipple piercings. Stitched into the leather around the collar was written, "Bethany's Bitch".

Bethany's outfit had likewise changed. Thigh-high leather boots. A leather corset with cutouts where her breasts were covered most of her stomach. What looked like leather bikini bottoms had replaced her camp shorts. Where Angela's hair remained loose, Bethany's was now pulled back out of her face. Letting go of her sister's hand, Bethany slid her arm around Angela's waist, pulling her tight against herself. "I'll take care of you", she murmured to Angela. Mentally reeling, Angela could only mutely nod.

In the stunned silence that followed, Sage turned back to Louise. "Now. As to you. I was a cunt-hair away from eliminating you on the spot. And trust me, sister, the earlier you are eliminated, the worse it'll be for you." Giggling, Sage amended, "Or rather, the worse the you of now would consider it. The you after the elimination will absolutely LOVE being whatever kind of toy for your master you end up becoming!"

Louise tried to remain calm. Tried to school her facial expression, but was powerless to stop a single tear from falling from her right eye. She had never felt so frightened. So alone. So powerless. What was I thinking? How could I have been so stupid? Was she serious? Did I almost kill someone? It was just supposed to make some noise and a little smoke! "Ahem", Sage interrupted Louise's inner monologue. "I'm not giving you a new transformation." Louise's knees nearly buckled from relief. "I've decided instead to use another little gift from Shar and upgrade one of your current transformations!"

Princess to Pauper (upgrade 1) - Louise was stingy with blowjobs while married but demanded cunnilingus regularly. While her distaste of blowjobs won't change on its own, she will experience a strong orgasm by giving an oral sex orgasm to someone else. This effect is stronger if that other person is Dave. Louise will now be compelled to give three oral sex orgasms a day. (Cumslut)

"What?" Louise felt numb. "What if Dave isn't around? Didn't you say that we couldn't just barge into his cabin or whatever?"

"I did indeed, my dear doctor. It appears that you did listen to at least some of what I said", replied Sage.

"So how am I supposed to give him a blowjob if he's not around and I can't go to him? Are you going to make him show up or invite me in or something?" Louise was surprised by the steadiness of her voice. It's just a blowjob. I don't like it, but I've done it before. It could have been worse. In fact, Louise couldn't remember being more terrified of anything in her life as she waited for Sage to pronounce her sentence. I'm not about to say this out loud, but it seems like the twins got screwed harder than I did. Especially Angela. Louise fought the urge to shiver.

"Who said it had to be a blowjob?" Sage smiled at Louise. "I don't think that you were listening. You've got to give three oral orgasms. Nobody said it was only to Dave."

Louise's mind locked up. It refused to compute what Louise had said. Slowly, inexorably, her brain, with all of its knowledge and training, began to accept Sage's words. "Oh no", she whispered.

Sage clapped and her smile grew even brighter. "Oh yes, my dear! You know, ever since I gave you that transformation, I've heard whispers that it was actually kind of boring. I know, I know," Sage looked apologetically towards the invisible camera. "And I'm woman enough to own my own errors in judgment. And the fact is, I think they were right! There was no spice to that transformation. No behavior-changing incentive. Not really. You had gone years without giving head. Why would you be incentivized to do something you didn't like when your experience tells you that you can snap your fingers and have Dave munching on your clam like a starving man? Incidentally," She looked to Dave, "your enthusiasm for pleasing your partner is one of your most endearing traits. I do so love a man who cares about their partners' pleasure."

Dave flushed. Not for the first time, he was conflicted. You heard her right?, the Voice asked. _No more begging for a blowjob. _I NEVER begged for a blowjob!, Dave thought back. But you sure longed for one, didn't you? You were too soft. Too 'understanding'. The scorn in that last word was unmistakable. _I'm not one of those kinds of guys! I have never expected a girl to tell my that sucking my cock was the best thing ever! I've never felt like they had to LOVE my cum! But SHE expected that out of you, didn't she? How many times did she just flop on the bed, spread her legs, and say, "Come and get it!", like it was a fucking treat for you? And every time, after she'd cum so hard you could see her abs twitching, when you asked for a little for yourself, what did she do? MAYBE play with your dick for a bit? Lick it once or twice? Put it in her mouth JUST long enough to remind you of how good a fucking tongue can feel? Yeah, pussy is great, anal can be fun (not like that frigid lay would know, but you've been with girls who enjoyed it), but her pussy doesn't have a tongue, does it? Hey... Maybe you could make that suggestion to Sage! Maybe Louise's tongue would be better off in her pussy! SHUT UP! You sick motherfucker! I've never minded eating pussy! I LIKE making her cum! But when was the last time she took care of just YOU? When YOU got to lay back and be pampered? It was before you were married, that's when. And how many times have you taken care of her? Rubbed her shoulders, and then her back, and when that would make her horny, her pussy. And since you're already down there, how about you put your mouth on it? Does that sound familiar? And you remember those times where you had finished, your jaw cramping up, your tongue so tired you could barely speak, your face covered with her juices as you look up to see her blissed out of her mind. And what did she say? She asked if you could take a rain check on sex. You had done SUCH a good job that she was about to pass out. Like it was somehow YOUR fault that she came too hard. And so, with a hard cock and blue balls, you were left to rub one out. After she had gone to sleep, of course, because how dare you MASTURBATE in the bed while she's trying to go to sleep? Does any of this ring a bell? _Dave had no answer. All of what the Voice had said was true. In the months since the divorce had been filed and this morning (_How fucking long ago does THAT seem now?), _he had been **** to admit that he had perhaps allowed Louise to walk all over him in the bedroom.

It was Jane that had **** him to first talk about it and then accept it. Sharing a space as small as a police cruiser for every shift over a nearly seven year span, you quickly run out of so-called safe conversational topics. If a partnership wasn't compatible, it would be an awful four months until the next shift change, when beat assignments and shift preferences would come up again. Jane hadn't been Dave's choice for a partner. Dave had been the low man (lowest seniority) on his shift for almost a year. Then one of the senior officers (Was it Denise? Jim? They both made rank about the same time, but I can't remember who got it first.) got promoted, leaving a slot open on his shift. Enter Jane. At the same time that Jane joined his shift, some Admin desk pilot had convinced the Chief that two-man units would lead to higher productivity and increased officer safety. Dave's shift had been the guinea pigs for the department. For that upcoming shift change period, only his shift had partnered up. And, being the low man (second-lowest, he thought), he and Jane had been the last two standing. The rest of the shift were either friends, or had spouses that didn't want them riding with someone as attractive as Jane. You ignorant fucks, Dave had thought. He was no friend of Jane's at the time, but she had earned his respect.

Dave would eventually tell her that he expected her to last exactly four months after police academy graduation. The first four months after graduation were the department's last chance to weed out any who didn't belong. During this time, the newly-minted officers, with their bright eyes and save the world mindset would be unleashed upon the world. Sort of. Each of the rookies would be paired with a field training officer, and for the next month, the rookie and the veteran would do EVERYTHING together. There were four phases to this training. Phase one actually lasted six weeks. The first two weeks of phase one weren't graded. They were used as an opportunity to teach the rookie how things actually went out on the streets. In theory, as the rookie progressed from phase one to phase two, to three, and then to four, their involvement in decision-making, discretion with regards to issuing a ticket or making an arrest, where to patrol, and every other aspect of being a solo officer would progress from zero to 25%, 50%, 75%, and finally to 100% responsibility during fourth phase. Each phase would take place on a different shift, so that the rookie could be exposed to as many different scenarios and situations as possible, in as safe a manner as possible. Navigating unfamiliar streets in the daytime versus nighttime were two completely different skills. The rookie would have a different FTO for each phase, except that the FTO for phase one would be their FTO for phase four. Who better to make the final call on how suitable a rookie would be than the person who started their practical education?

It wasn't by accident that an officer was considered on probation until successful completion of field training. Being an at-will employment state, this allowed the department to excise any who had somehow snuck by the endless series of interviews, exhaustive background checks, psychological examinations, and police academy. It wasn't uncommon to see a rookie begin phase four, only to be told a week or so later that the Department was going to proceed without them in its ranks. Thank you for your interest. Best of luck. Get the fuck out of here. But somehow, bad apples still managed to sneak through. Yes, there were an overwhelming number of cops who just wanted to do the right thing, but that small group of fuckups gives the rest of us a bad name. _And like it or not, we DO have to somewhat answer for their sins. _It wasn't always easy. In many ways, Jane had had it worse than Dave. Not only was she a cop, she was also a woman of color. Dave was accustomed to frustrated people calling him part of the Patriarchy, or racist, or some other unpleasant thing. Occasionally, it got under his skin, but he had yet to lash out and retaliate. If I was part of the so-called Patriarchy, don't you think I would have arranged for a better fucking job and a better fucking salary??? Police usually saw people at their worst. Either because that person was being arrested, or more often, because that person had become a victim. Where were you when this happened? What are my tax dollars paying for if you let this happen to my child? Why are you pulling me over? Don't you have better things to do than harass working people? He wished he had an answer for some of those questions. He wished he could point a finger at the upset parent and ask where they had been when their precious child had been out drinking at 2 AM. He'd love to tell the irate speeder that there had been 300% more traffic fatalities on that road in the last year due in large part to excessive speed. But he didn't. It would only further antagonize a situation that was already volatile.

But for every bit of **** hurled his way, Jane got it worse. Surprisingly enough, the comments to her were rarely about her being a woman. They were almost exclusively about her being a race-traitor. Once, she had snapped back. "What fucking race is that, asshole? The way I see it we're all part of the human race!" The would-be heckler had tried to make some comment about her heritage. Dave had stepped in at that point and asked Jane to come look at something. "Hell. I don't know exactly what my heritage is. Who is that motherfucker to lecture me on that?", Jane had fumed. She had told Dave early on that she was a literal melting pot of diverse heritage. She had predominantly Black, Asian, and Native American DNA, with just a pinch of Dutch and Russian to round it out, according to one of those mail-order genetic testing companies. "Uncle Tom" was another common insult thrown her way. Over time, Dave's impulse to defend his partner diminished. As he got to know her and see what made her tick, his respect for her grew. His trust and confidence in her grew, as did hers in him. Eventually, he had told her of his assessment of her when he saw her among the new recruits. Surprisingly, she had laughed. "You know, you're the first motherfucker here who had the balls to actually tell me the truth? I am well aware that I tick a lot of boxes on the diversity checklist. How could I not be, when it seems that most of the brass can't seem to pay me a compliment without also mentioning my gender or the fact that I'm not white? Of course, it's never said so bluntly, but it's there. So thanks, Brewer. You might be an asshole, but at least you're honest." That last bit had been said with a smile. In truth, Jane was the hard-ass between the two of them.

Dave thought back to Jane's police academy graduation. He had taken one look at the unequivocally attractive woman and made up his mind then and there. She's gone before phases end. No fucking way does she stick around. But phases had come and gone and there she was. During muster, the shift meeting at the start of each shift where the sergeant made any announcements and went over the happenings of the previous twenty-four hours, Dave had been surprised to hear the number of times that Jane's name had been the one credited with this bust or that one. Before she had made it to his shift, Dave had decided that whatever standard there was, Jane had more than met it, as far as he was concerned. And then they were partnered up.

That had been a fun conversation with Louise. "Hey babe. So, remember when I was telling you that we were going to be riding double at work? So, uh.. I got partnered up with Jane Randall." Louise had been silent for a second before responding. "Isn't she that mixed-race chick you were telling me wouldn't make it? That Jane Randall?" Dave had confirmed that Louise was thinking about the correct person. "But Dave, you're married! Is she married?" No, no she wasn't married, Dave had told Louise. His wife hadn't come out and said it, but Dave knew Louise. She didn't mind Dave having female friends, so long as those females had been friends with Louise first. Louise had been less than pleased to find out that not only was Jane not married, but she was also single. Before the discussion about becoming her partner, Louise had once told Dave that Jane was quite attractive. She had been shocked at the time when Dave told her that Jane wasn't married, and as far as he was aware, straight.

Eventually, Louise had gotten over her initial jealousy. Eventually, Dave and Jane's friendship grew and deepened. Eventually, virtually every topic of conversation had been covered. Family history. Why law enforcement? Dating/Marriage. And, naturally, sex. Dave had always had an interest in sex. He considered himself fairly open-minded when it came to sex. As long as it was two (or more) consenting adults, as long as they were happy, he didn't care what people did. At the same time, he didn't care to have others' opinions and practices **** on him. You do you, and I'll do me had been his attitude. He had always enjoyed talking about sex. Not just as a part of foreplay, but out of a genuine curiosity about what made people tick. One of his only true complaints about his marriage was the fact that try as he might, he could never get Louise to have an honest-to-God conversation with him about their sex life. It was if he was making a personal attack on her, judging from the way she reacted. No matter how Dave phrased it, no matter how much he stressed that he just wanted Louise to have the best sex life she could, inevitably, he would find himself on the defensive for some thing that he had done or said some time ago. And the subject would be dropped.

In Jane, Dave found a kindred spirit. She was open about her turn-ons and turn-offs. She had questions about Dave's perspective. Dave was able to gain insight from Jane. They compared sexual histories. She didn't LOVE giving head, but she also didn't mind, as long as she got her kitty kissed from time to time as well. She'd done anal, and surprisingly didn't hate it, at least when she was with a partner who knew what he was doing. Her first attempt had been disastrous. There had been no prep. No lube. Both she and her partner had thought that spit would suffice. It had taken a later boyfriend a considerable amount of time (and oral favors) to convince her to try it again. And he had been right. She had enjoyed it. It had been uncomfortable at the start, but he had slowed down and backed off. He had then played with her clit the next time he pushed in, and soon enough, Jane had taken over and that was all she wrote. For Jane, she vastly preferred vaginal sex. But every now and again, she liked some back door action. It was wrong. It was naughty It was primal. It was _hot. _Dave in turn had talked to Jane about his past. The great sex and the awful. He told her about the one time that the girl had insisted that he punch her in the face. How she had gotten so mad that she had quit mid-fuck and left when the most he could bring himself to do was lightly slap her. Jane had laughed with him at that story.

Dave had had a personal policy to not discuss his marriage drama with anyone other than his wife. He had always felt that it was unfair to the other party when one side just blasted the other when they weren't there to defend themselves. Often, when he was younger and friends would be dating, Dave would hear all manner of things from one side or the other, and every time, it affected how he saw that person. He didn't want his friends to see only the negative in his wife. So, he adhered to his policy. Sure, he'd tell Jane if they had had an argument, but he made sure to be as objective as possible when describing it, taking pains to expose any fault he might have had. It was this self-analysis that actually helped resolve some of the arguments between them. But Dave had NEVER complained about his sex life to Jane. He felt like that would be a betrayal of his wife somehow. Until the divorce papers were served. Once Dave realized that there was no going back, the floodgates had opened. Jane had been shocked to hear how one-sided his intimate life had been. "You deserve better, Brewer. I mean, obviously not from me, because I would fucking break you, but yeah. That bitch got in your head and fucked you up. You need to go get laid. Like, proper laid. We live in a college town. There's literal tons of college-aged pussy running around with daddy issues and cop fantasies. Fuck! I bet you could just walk up to some of those bitches and tell them that you were a cop and that you wanted a blowjob and they'd be on their knees before you could blink. I've heard what they've said about you when we worked the bar district. Trust me. You need some action."

And your partner was RIGHT, said the Voice, interrupting Dave's mental ramblings. _Eventually, you agreed with Jane. What she was doing wasn't FAIR. It was SELFISH. She took one of the fundamental components of marriage and weaponized it. And you remember what you heard Hillary say. You had taken the stairs instead of riding the elevator with them. They hadn't noticed you exit the stairwell behind them as they exited the courthouse. Hillary had been laughing. Saying that she had never thought to just make up shit as to why she couldn't suck her ex's dick. How Louise had laughed with her and said how the one thing she would miss would be seeing your between her legs. Not your thoughtfulness. Not your support as she went through dental school. Not the way you did the majority of the cooking and cleaning around the house. No. She said she'd miss you being her little pussy-licking bitch. Because she was too good to suck a dick. _Dave clenched his teeth. You're cherry picking! I could have been a better husband. I could have opened up more! But why would you feel like opening up to someone who clearly doesn't see you as an equal? Subconsciously, (and that's me, by the way. Nice to finally talk with you) you KNEW that there was a disconnect. You weren't partners in the way a husband and wife are supposed to be. How could you be? When the balance of power is so out of whack? I know what you're going to say. I know that there are some folks who never get head and their marriage is great. That may be true. But maybe they're not getting head because they don't WANT to get head. Or maybe it's a mutual thing? Regardless, your situation is the only one I'm concerned about. Righting the wrongs against YOU is my business now. You had sex with her only on her schedule. Only when SHE wanted to. All those times that you made references to sex? The times when you straight up asked about getting it on? All those times that she was too tired, or stressed from work, or had a headache. But you get a couple of glasses of wine in her and suddenly, getting you between her legs is her fucking life's purpose. And heaven help you those times where YOU didn't feel so good. When you were completely sober and had to get up for work four hours later. Oh no. There was no understanding. No, 'Ok. Maybe next time' from her. Nope. Pack your bags, homie. You're going on a guilt trip. Dave squeezed his eyes shut and dug his fingernails into his palms. The worst part about the Voice was that every single fucking thing it had said was something he had thought. Often more than once. His trip down memory lane and the ensuing argument with his subconscious came to an abrupt end.

Clapping her hands, Sage raised her arms and the spotlight returned to illuminate her. "After further consideration, I have decided that moving forward, Angela and Bethany will compete as separate individuals! This is, in part the last of my punishment to Angela. She thought she was going to protect her sister from me. Now she can. She can sacrifice herself in the coming challenges to make sure that Bethany finishes with more VP, making it all the more likely that Bethany will be our winner and Harem Queen. Of course, all Angela has to do is tank every challenge. Bethany will watch as she's eliminated. I'm sure she won't feel guilty about that AT ALL." Sage laughed. "I told you all that the rules were not to be trifled with. Maybe you will believe me going forward. But just to show that I am not completely heartless, I will do you this one kindness. Instead of splitting your BP, you each will have 1100 BP instead of 550 apiece. You're welcome!" Bethany gently stepped on Angela's foot when she felt her twin take a breath to retort. "Not now. Don't give her any more ammunition." Angela felt her mouth shut and all desire to argue back with Sage disappear. Is that because Beth is right or because she told me to? Fighting the urge to shiver, Angela remained next to Bethany.

"Additionally, I am modifying the Shared Sin-Sations transformation juuust a hair. Moving forward, the only shared sensations you will experience will be those that are related to sex. Getting wet because your sister is turned on? Yep, still happening. Feeling someone touching your pussy when it's your sister who's kitty is being petted? You betcha. That sting from getting spanked or paddled during your sexy times with the Master? Oh yeah, your sister is gonna feel that for sure. Having your toe hurt because your sister stubbed hers? Not unless your Master develops some seriously detailed and specific fetishes. But it should go without saying that any touching of any of your naughty bits will absolutely be felt by your twin! Now, with all that business handled, I believe we have a poker game to play!"

Sage gestured and suddenly everyone found themselves seated in their assigned seats. "Remember. You may all re-buy once. You do not HAVE to. If you elect to re-buy and you don't end up winning, there are various possibilities waiting for you. There is a 40% chance that you will get the top two vote-getters in the next transformation round, a 30% chance that a random transformation (either one you possess or the one you get after this challenge) will be upgraded, a 20% chance that your next transformation will become a boon, regardless of where you finish in the tournament, and a 10% chance that you receive immunity from transformation along with the winner. The only advice I will give you is that your re-buy will become less and less valuable the further into the tournament we get. The blinds will be ever increasing, meaning that your starting stack will become more and more insignificant. If you re-buy in the beginning, when blinds are 10/20, you still have 100 big blinds with your 2000 chip stack. That's a very comfortable position. You have the wiggle room to make some plays, try some bluffs, perhaps buy a pot with a worse hand because you can exert pressure with your stack. But if you rebuy and the blinds are 200/400, you've got 5 big blinds. You will basically have one orbit where your stack might pose a threat to the bigger stacks. But each orbit of that dealer button and you'll be giving up 600 chips. Three orbits, and if you don't do something, on that 4th orbit, you'll be all in with your remaining 200 chips. I'm not saying you can't win. Not by any stretch. "A chip and a chair" is a common phrase uttered by short stack players in poker tournaments around the world. But you will have considerably fewer spots to make plays. Your range of hands that you should go all-in with gets substantially wider, making it easier for your opponents to make the correct decision and call you with weaker hands than they would normally. We don't have time for a card theory lesson. My point is, the later you re-buy, the tougher it's gonna be. So weigh your odds carefully. The higher you place, the less punishing the transformations get. Third place will be much better off than seventh. Second place will get a boon. Just something to think about. And with that, let's shuffle up and deal!"

"If you'll recall, I explained the rules before we were so rudely interrupted. But, this being Harem Hotel, of course there's a twist. You see, in any hand that goes all the way to a showdown, depending on what the winner has, the loser will have different... consequences"

"You mean other than losing our chips? Isn't that consequence enough?, Grace asked. Looking around, she felt like she was on the short list of likely winners, if not the outright favorite. She had been in law school during the boom in popularity that poker, especially Texas hold 'em, had experienced. Poker was a game of mental skill. Of risk analysis. Of math, probability. There was an element of deception, and one could be richly rewarded if they successfully cracked the code that was their opponents and spot their various tells. Nobody was capable of giving away ZERO information at the poker table. The way Grace saw it, the trick was to minimize what information was involuntarily given out, while maximizing on observing what her opponents were broadcasting. As poker wasn't dependent on athletic prowess or physical size, there was no physical advantage the guys had on her. She delighted in "educating" those of her opponents who saw a tiny little girl instead of an opponent to be, at the very least, respected. Thanks to her study of the game and hours playing online poker (sometimes during class), she considered herself an above-average amateur. She had made enough playing cards her third year of law school to pay her rent. She had largely abandoned cards once she graduated, as being known as an exceptional card player was not part of the Grace Master Plan. But that doesn’t mean I've forgotten how to play, she told herself.

"Now this is important, so please pay attention", Sage continued. "If you or your opponent should fold before the hand concludes, these actions WILL NOT take place. This applies only to those hands that go all the way to the river card, past the final round of betting, and then to showdown. Obviously, any all-in situations will also qualify, as the hand will still play all the way out to showdown. That said, here's the deal. The order of hands from weakest to strongest is as follows:

High card

One Pair

Two Pair

Three of a kind

Straight (five in a row, different suits, for example 2,3,4,5,6)

Flush (five cards all of the same suit, not in order)

Full house (three of a kind PLUS one pair)

Four of a kind, and finally,

Straight Flush (five in al row, all of the same suit)

"That's normal poker. We're not changing the rules, just adding a little something special to them." Sage looked at her audience. If the winning hand is just the highest card, the loser will make out with the winner OR someone of the winner's choosing for one minute. I expect active participation from both parties. Failure to properly engage, will be penalized. First by paying a penalty in chips. If that fails to motivate you, I will move on to more drastic measures. Need I elaborate?" Sage made eye contact with the girls. "Good. Moving on, -"

"Hang on a second." This was Hillary. "Unlike Jane here, I don't think the rest of us are into girls like that."

"Maybe not anymore, counselor, but there was a time or two in undergrad, wasn't there?", Sage asked with a wink. Hillary blushed deeply. Louise looked at her former attorney speculatively, as did Jane. "But you have allowed me a chance to clarify. I am NOT requiring you to ENJOY these Sapphic delights. That is all up to you. I only require your participation."

"But what if it's the twins? You can't be serious, right? That's so unbelievably fucked up!" Dave had jumped to his feet.

"EVERY. SINGLE. PLAYER. IS. SUBJECT. TO. THE. RULES", Sage intoned. Suddenly, Dave could hear Sage's voice in his head even though her mouth stayed shut. "I'm not going to embarrass you by making you admit it out loud, but you know the idea of those two tatted up honeys making out and more gets your motor running. You don't have to deny it. Remember, I've got magic. I know. Besides, you might be surprised to know that you're not the only one who would enjoy seeing that. But I won't ruin the surprise and tell you who." And with that, Sage resumed her speech. "Now. As I was saying. Active participation is mandatory. Next up.. you know what? I'll just make a sign. That way all of you who are new to this game will have a handy cheat sheet on what beats what." And with that, on the center of the table, the following list appeared:

High Card - Make out with person of the winner's choosing for one minute.

One pair - Play with the breasts of a person of the winner's choosing for one minute. The loser may be directed to play with their own breasts.

Two pair - Play with the pussy of the winner's choosing for at least one minute or until they orgasm, whichever happens first. The loser may be directed to play with their own pussy.

Three of a kind - Go down on the person of the winner's choosing for at least one minute or until they orgasm, whichever happens first.

Straight - The loser will experience the sensation of being fucked by the Master's cock for one minute. This will NOT break any hymens or count towards losing one's virginity and will not count towards any Victory Point performance bonuses. The loser WILL experience pleasure.

Flush - The loser will be brought to the edge of orgasm, but will not be allowed to cum. If the Master allows it, they may. However, Before the Master may give permission to a player for a second orgasm, he must have been asked for, and given, permission to orgasm by another player. Additionally, the player may also be allowed to orgasm by the winner of the next hand, or any subsequent hand. However, the winner of that hand may require the losing player to perform certain acts before allowing an orgasm. A player may orgasm should they win a hand themselves.

Full House - The loser will experience the sensation of the Master's cock in both their pussy and their ass at the same time for one minute. This will not count towards any Victory Point bonuses for anal sex or any other sex act performance bonus. The loser WILL experience pleasure.

Four of a kind - The loser, or a person of the winner's choosing (including the winner, should she so desire) will go down on the winner, or a person of the winner's choosing until that recipient orgasms.

Straight flush - The winner, or a person of the winner's choosing, will fuck the loser, or a person of the winner's choosing (including the winner, should they so desire) with a strap-on until both the Master and Host are satisfied in the performance.

*** In the event that at showdown, there are more than two hands involved, the number of penalties to be assigned by the winner is equal to the number of losers. The winner may elect to give each player a penalty, or give them all to one player, or any combination they desire, provided that the correct number of penalties are given and carried out.***

"There! Isn't that exciting?" Sage smiled lasciviously at the table. "If I get the feeling that there is any collusion or cheating of any kind, I promise you that I will make you regret it. And so, with no further ado, let's shuffle up and deal!"

A single card was placed face up in front of each player. "This is to determine where the dealer button starts. As Suzanne's jack is the high card, Hillary, you will post the small blind, and Jane you will post the big blind", Sage announced. Seeing the look on Hillary's face, Sage explained. "Remember during the rules, I talked about how the button moves one spot to the left every hand? And how the player to the immediate left is the small blind, and the player to the immediate left of the small blind is the big blind?" Hillary nodded.

"You said we were starting out at five and ten, so I put five out and Jane puts out ten?", Hillary asked.

"Excellent! You were paying attention! And the next hand, YOU'LL be the dealer, and so on. Dealer, if you please?"

Dave felt his hands begin shuffling the cards. He cut and dealt. "Action is on Bethany."

"Raise." Of the players at the table, the only ones with any actual experience playing poker were Grace, Jane, and surprisingly, Bethany. The math of the game had appealed to her. The various charts that helped plot out optimum plays in a given situation. It spoke to the meticulous person inside of her. That same person who hunted through financial records, looking for patterns, trying to spot what others had missed. For whatever reason, at the poker table, the otherwise shy and reserved Bethany was a cold-blooded shark. She had no compunctions about gathering information via a player's tells, and then exploiting that to her advantage. The object of the game was to win all the chips. Bethany liked to win. She pushed out 150 chips into the pot. The action moved on around the table. Grace folded. Louise folded. Angela called. Hillary folded. Jane called. Dave put the top card in the burn, or discard pile, then drew three cards and lay them face up on the felt. It was the king of hearts, the queen of spades, and the seven of diamonds. "Action is to Jane", Dave announced. Jane looked at her hole cards. They hadn't changed since they were dealt to her, and she knew that by looking at her cards, she risked losing the chance to gain valuable information on her opponents, but she couldn't help herself. Yep. She hadn't forgotten. She was sitting on a monster. Trying to lay a trap, Jane elected to slow play her hand and announced, "Check." Looking to Bethany, Jane was unsurprised to see her reaching for chips. Bethany announced 350 and stacked the requisite number of chips in front of her on the table. "Action is to Angela. Call, raise, or fold?", Dave continued. Angela appeared deep in thought. Eventually, she made the call. Jane waited for Dave to announce the action was to her before calling the bet as well. Dave burned a card and flipped over the turn card. The deuce of spades. All three players checked. Dave burned a final card and turned over the river card. The seven of hearts. Jane's pulse was pounding. The board had paired. She checked her cards again. Cowboys. Staring back up at her were the king of clubs and the king of diamonds. Looking at her chip stack, she tried her best to figure out what size of bet would get called without being so large that it would cause the others to fold. Bethany and Grace thought of this concept as a "value bet". I've got one quarter of my stack invested. There's 1505 in the middle right now. I'll try 500. Bethany will be getting four to one odds on calling that, and Angela will be getting five to one if Bethany calls. She'll almost HAVE to call. So thinking, Jane announced her bet and slid 500 chips towards the pot. Bethany stared at Jane. Then at her chips. Then back at Jane. Reaching a decision, she tossed a single chip in the middle and announced, "All in".

In the suddenly tense atmosphere, all eyes were on Angela. I know Beth. I know her better than anyone on the planet. No way does she have a king. I hope she does have a seven though. Angela covered her cards with her hands and flipped up the corners just to peek. There they were. Two beautiful ladies. A full house. Queens over sevens. _This poker shit isn't so hard. _Flicking her eyes to the list of forfeits in the middle of the table, she smirked to herself. _It might be kind of funny to see what she looks like with a dick in her ass. I can't believe she fucking snitched to Sage! _Angela tried to make a show out of making up her mind, as she definitely wanted Jane to call as well. Six thousand chips after one hand sounded pretty damn good. Considering that there were only 14,000 chips in play, she would control almost half of the available chips. After a suitable pause, Angela messily shoved her chips to the middle. "Call"

_Oh shit. I think I miscalculated. _Jane was suddenly questioning everything. She replayed the hand in her head. Having pocket kings in the big blind had been fantastic. By simply calling, she was able to disguise the strength of her hand. She could have re-raised, but she didn't want to chase anyone away. And then that dream of a flop. Suddenly she was sitting on a set, three of a kind. And then when the board paired, giving her the second-best possible hand, she was almost certain that she had the winner. If it had been any other opponent, Jane would have made the call almost instantly. She trusted her perception of people. Often, it was the difference between a peaceful resolution and a fight at work. She had used her skills and training in reading people and their body language to moderate success during the semi-regular police department poker game. She considered Bethany again. By all accounts, she was a complete square. Jane thought she had overheard something about CPA. It would be easy to go off of Bethany's appearance now, as she looked like some kind of BDSM fetish model, covered in tattoos, with who knew how many earrings and other body jewelry. But Jane remembered the woman that Sage brought to that void. The ultra-conservative clothing. Her whole demeanor screamed "I AM A SQUARE!" Jane considered. There was only one hand better than hers right now, and that would be pocket sevens. It would be pretty unlikely for Bethany to have quads, but Jane also didn't think that it was very likely that Bethany would bluff her entire stack on the first hand. Inwardly cringing and reluctantly, Jane turned her cards face up. "I hope to hell you got quads, because otherwise I am the biggest nit in this game."

Angela didn't wait for Bethany to flip her cards over, as was protocol since Bethany was the bettor and Angela was the caller. She flipped over her pocket queens triumphantly and pointed at Jane. "Ha! Thank goodness you folded. Now I guess we'll see what it looks like when Little Miss Blabbermouth over there gets fucked in the ass like she fucked me by snitching!" Angela hadn't realized it until she said it out loud, but she did somewhat blame Bethany for getting caught. The rational part of her brain (which was very much being overridden by the emotional, scared part) would have reminded her that Sage would have found them regardless. That Bethany might have actually helped lessen their punishments by explaining to Sage that the bomb that nearly killed several of the humans at the table was NOT an act of terrorism and ****, but rather, an under-thought and overly-strong noisemaker. Angela's lizard brain was in full control. In this fight or flight scenario, she was gonna fight, baby!

Bethany turned to Jane and calmly said, "Nice lay down. I had you pegged for a set of kings. I was pretty sure that Angela had at least one queen. Had you bet on the turn, I might have folded my set of sevens, but when you checked, my set became quads." And with that, Bethany turned over her hand. Four of a kind. Holy fuck. Nice one Jane! Jane congratulated herself. The chips in the middle were collected and pushed towards Bethany, where she began stacking up her winnings. Dave began the process of shuffling up the cards. Angela was in shock. No way. No fucking way! She wasn't near the card player that her sister was, but she had been **** to listen to Beth drone on about card theory at their semi-annual gatherings around the holidays to the point that she felt like she had a basic grasp of the game. And a full house was a strong fuckin' hand, she thought. What are the odds that she'd have four of a kind? Before she could go further down any more rabbit holes, Sage was right beside her.

"Well! How unfortunate! You wanna roll the dice and re-buy or do you want to settle for seventh place?" Before Angela could answer, Sage dramatically smacked her own forehead. "Silly me! How can you decide that when you don't know what's at stake? Here are the payouts for the tournament:"

1st: 15 VP, 3500 BP

2nd: 12 VP, 3000 BP

3rd: 9 VP, 2500 BP

4th 6 VP, 2000 BP

5th 3 VP, 1500 BP

6th 0 VP, 1000 BP

7th -3 VP, 500 BP

"Wait a second! NEGATIVE VP? How does that even work? The only one of us with any VP is Grace, and she only has one." Jane broke the silence. "Did I miss the part where you said we could be negative?"

"I'm afraid you did dear. Maybe you were daydreaming while I was talking about it." Sage threw a sly wink at Jane, causing the darker woman to blush. "You may absolutely go into the negative. However, if you have not made it back to the plus side of things by the next challenge, you will be immediately eliminated. As previously stated, the goal is to get 100 VP. However, if nobody has gotten that far by the time our time at summer camp has ended, the winner will be whoever has the most VP. So", Sage put her hands on her hips and leered at Angela. "What's it gonna be? Rebuy or seventh place? Also, remember, the lower your tournament finish, the worse the transformations will be!"

"Fuck me. I guess I'll rebuy?" Angela didn't love her choice, but she wouldn't just accept seventh place after one hand of poker.

"Excellent! Here you go!" And with that, Sage produced another stack of 2000 chips and placed them in front of Angela. "Now, before the next hand, we have one more bit of business to attend to." Sage looked at Bethany. Will you be experiencing your sister's lips on your _other _lips? Or have you decided to offer her up to one of your new sisters?"

Angela's blood ran cold. How could I have forgotten? Beth's not going to make me eat out my own sister, is she? Although, a voice whispered to her, if Beth does_ tell you to get over there between her legs, you'll get to feel it too. That's not so bad, right? _Angela shuddered. She didn't want to find out what licking her own pussy felt like. She didn't want to be on her knees in front of her sister. As that thought went through her mind, she felt it. Somewhere in the back of her mind, _something _had sent a signal to her brain and her pussy. Something LIKED that idea. Angela shut that something out with all of her might. But it was too late. The idea was there. She could picture it. She would be on her knees, her hands caressing Beth's thighs. Beth would scoot forward in her seat. Angela would dive right in to her sister's pussy. She would close her eyes at the sensations going through her own pussy, thanks to that transformation. Bethany would grab the back of her head, gripping Angela's hair and command her, "Look at me." And Angela would. Holy shit! She was thankful for the dark underwear. There was no doubt now that her pussy was wet. In her mind, Beth would hold eye contact until Angela got them to the edge and over, only then closing her eyes and thereby allowing her **** Sister!, a part of Angela's mind rebelled. There by allowing Angela to close her eyes as well. Why did that turn me on? What the fuck is wrong with me? I'll take another punishment from Sage before I eat out Beth!

While Angela wrestled with her inner thoughts, Bethany had a choice to make. Angela's comments had hurt. She had called Bethany a snitch. Bethany might have been a goody-goody, but even she was no snitch. Angela seemed to blame her for getting caught. Couldn't she understand that Bethany had _helped _her? Obviously not, she told herself. I ought to make her go down on me! However, even the newly emerging dominant urges she was feeling weren't enough to overcome the hesitation her inexperience fed. Not yet, that new voice said. Not whispered. Said. This voice wasn't shy in the least bit. I don't want my first time for ANYTHING to be in front of a group of strangers, she thought. _Jane is now into girls, right? She shouldn't mind, right? It's her or me, and for now, it's not going to be me. Maybe if you hadn't blamed me for your stupid plan failing, I'd be more inclined to take one for the team. I might even have volunteered to go down on Jane. _But her anger was up. And with that new voice silently fanning the flames of her emotions, the voice that came out of her mouth sounded foreign to her. Strong. Authoritative. Commanding.

"Angela, I want you to go down on Jane."

A/N: It has been brought to my attention that pictures of the characters would be appreciated and help readers further immerse themselves in the story. I am working on that and will post a cast chapter and then a round 1 tf chapter. I'll do an updated cast chapter after every subsequent tf vote. Thank you again for the likes and comments. They are appreciated. Lastly, I probably should have led with this, but I prefer more of a buildup to the action. I know that this chapter was a little light on action, but rest assured that with most of the backstory and exposition stuff out of the way, things will begin to ramp up. After all, there's only so long those inner Voices will be denied....