Valen's Chaos

Round 4 - Sunday - Date of Beatriz’ date

Alexandra felt the new law settle in. She’d enjoyed her orgasm with Eric earlier, but now felt this intense need to spin some wheel. What wheel? She got her answer as she walked into the former Spellz R us room, her body having guided her there without conscious thought. Inside there was a giant game show wheel. She approached it quickly. She could see the writing on the different slices, some good, some bad. She knew it was her personal law, she had to spin it.

Hopefully she wouldn’t end up like Jenny. She wouldn’t necessarily mind needing sex with Eric, but she preferred to stay as true to herself as possible. Grabbing the edge she gave it a big spin. It whirled around and around, ticking as it did. Finally it stopped. Temporary Punishment Transformation. Fuck, she thought.

Copycat - Will copy a random transformation when touching another contestant. Will feel compelled to seek out another contestant to touch until first contact is made. Last 24 hours

Hmm, she thought, this could be really bad, or not bad at all. She felt the compulsion to seek someone else out so she heard upstairs looking for anyone. She heard voices coming from one of the rooms so she opened it up. Trinity, Sarah and Mali were huddled in front of a computer, busy working. Hurrying she ran forward and touched the closest to her.

“Alexandra, what are you doing?” Sarah asked her as she felt her hand on her. Alexandra just stared at them, as she felt the random transformation copy to her. Subconsciously she found herself licking her lips.

“I…uh…oh fuck. Ok, I had to spin the wheel because of that stupid law. Got a temporary punishment. I just copied a transformation from Sarah.”

Trinity looked Alexandra up and down, “Ok well it’s obviously not the dream girl, or the goth transformation. What did you get?”

Alexandra shook her head, “I’m not 100% sure. Do you two need Mali? I could use her help with something.”

Trinity shrugged, “Sure. You can have her. Thanks for your help slut.” She said playfully to Mali.

Mali grinned at her, “Anytime, soon-to-be Mistress. How can I serve you Alexandra?”

Alexandra grabbed her hand, “Come with me. I’ll explain when we get there.” Alexandra led her back to the room with the wheel in it. She needed a private space but unfortunately Jenny had taken Marcos to her room and was probably still there.

Closing the door behind her she stared at the nude **** in front of her, “Ok Mali. I order you to keep quiet and stand with your legs shoulder width apart.”

Mali obeyed of course and Alexandra knelt down in front of her. Mali’s slit was glistening as always and Alexandra felt a need stir within her. Of course she knew exactly which transformation she had copied from Sarah. Sarah must have a lot of practice dealing with it, but Alexandra found it difficult to resist. Without further hesitation she dove in to lick at Mali’s slit. She tasted divine, so unlike the taste of Jenny on Eric’s cock earlier this morning. Mali squirmed but kept quiet and didn’t move as Alexandra licked her to orgasm after orgasm.

Isla stared at the canvas. Eric was right, she did have the desire to create something, and she did need to be nudged towards it. Even still, with the paint and the canvas provided, she hesitated. She’d never painted before, it was clearly going to be terrible. She might as well just draw a stick person and be done with it.

Still Eric had told her it didn’t matter how bad it was. She had to start somewhere. Swallowing her pride, she picked up her paintbrush and began. Red. Blue. Yellow. She did her best and an hour later she was looking at a painting of the ship contrasted against the setting sun. Or at least that’s what it was supposed to be. It looked like a kindergartener had done it. She resisted the urge to throw it away. Eric was right, she had to start somewhere.

She pulled up her phone and saw she was able to order more canvases. She did and they appeared on the floor beside her.

30047 BP -> 29000 BP

She was about to start again when she felt a nagging sensation. Reaching into her purse she pulled out the die and stared at it. She could speed this whole process up, learning how to paint. Except isn’t that type of cheating exactly what makes the art from her homeworld inauthentic? Still, the need to use the die was practically overwhelming. She couldn’t help it, she threw the dice and wished, “I wish I had the confidence to keep at this.” She didn’t want to cheat at art, she wanted to get better on her own, she thought this was the best way to satisfy that desire, as well as the desire from her transformation to use the die.

It turns out to be a small ask, she only needs a 6 to succeed. She looked down at the die, a 14! Suddenly she felt a renewed surge of confidence. Who cares about that terrible painting? It was her first time. She casually tossed it aside and picked up one of the blank ones. This time she decided to use a pencil and plan out her art before using the paintbrushes.

Isla smiled to herself as she pictured the scene in her mind. It doesn’t matter if it takes her years to get this, she was going to succeed no matter what.

“So what’s in here?” Valen asked, opening the door to the dungeon. Valerie was still hurrying after him. “Oh sweet, this Master knows what’s up.” Valen smiled as he entered and Valerie burst in behind him.

She immediately noticed Yaz cuffed to the sybian with her hands behind her. She looked like a mess. She could see the lecherous look in Valen’s eyes. She pushed past him to go help Yaz. First she turned the sybian off. Yaz smiled at her, “Oh. Hiya Val. So much fucking. Brain hurts.”

“Oh no, poor Yaz. Where are the keys?” Valerie looked around but couldn’t see them anywhere.

“Oh, are you looking for this?” Valerie looked up and saw Valen twirling the keys around his finger.

“Yes, pass them to me, I need to help Yaz.” Valerie demanded.

Valen shook his head, “Oh are you actually friends with…her? Father must be really disappointed in you. Hmm I have a feeling you aren’t going to let me play with your fellow contestants. That’s a shame. How about this? Lock yourself in that pillory and I’ll free this chick and make sure she is well taken care of.”

Valerie had a very uneasy feeling. “Not a chance. I’ve seen your type before. You would take advantage of Yaz.”

Valen chuckled, “Of course I would! Really I’m surprised father raised such a pansy. Well, he always taught me to show no mercy and take whatever I want. I guess that’s why I am a Master and you are a ****. Fine, here,” Valen tossed a ball gag at her, “Put that in and lock it. Then we can trade keys.”

“And why should I trust that you’d actually give me the keys back?”

Valen shrugged, “I”m you, just a better version. If you can’t trust yourself…”

Screaming in frustration Valerie shoved the gag into her mouth and pulled it tight. Then she closed the padlock and threw the key at him. To her surprise he actually tossed the key to Yaz’s cuffs towards her. Of course he threw them long so she had to get up to go get them. “So long, I’ve just got to see the rest of this ship.” He winked and hurried away.

Valerie quickly freed Yaz. Yaz was a blubbering mess, but Valerie couldn’t afford to help her right now. She laid Yaz down on the ground and stroked her hair, hopefully she’d understand soon. She knew her brain pop didn’t last that long anymore.

Valerie got up and hurried out of the dungeon. Valen was nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t in the rec room so he must have headed up, she quickly set off after him.

Jenny was sitting on the couch with Beatriz and Marcos. Marcos was finally awake, but the panties had fucked all the energy out of him already. They were dormant right now at least, so he was cuddled up with Beatriz resting.

Beatriz had told them about her plans for later, and it sounded fun, but definitely not a time for them to leave the yacht and explore. So Jenny was planning to just sit and watch tv with Marcos until he was free, and then she’d promised to help him with his stream. Sarah was still busy with Trinity so Jenny was happy to have someone else to hang out with.

They were just watching TV for now, Marcos too tired to play any games, when suddenly the door burst open. A strange man entered, he looked a little bit like Valerie actually.

“Whoa nice tits,” he said immediately, staring at Jenny's chest. Then he finally noticed Marcos and Beatriz beside her, “Wow. Does this master have some fetish or is he just woke? Wait, don’t tell me they let some inferior race be a Master.”

Jenny could only stare in shock. Just where had this man come from, and who the fuck says inferior race? She knew white supremacists existed, but she’d never actually encountered one before.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jenny demanded to know. Jenny was normally a pretty sweet easy going gal, but she was just about ready to punch this fucker. “Get the fuck off our boat your racist piece of shit.”

The man didn't leave, instead he stepped into the room. “Resorting to name-calling and raising your voice. You really are lesser. Still, I did mean it, those are beautiful. You may have the pleasure of removing the bikini so I can see them fully.” Jenny stood up, so did Beatriz. Marcos tried to but the fucking panties chose that moment to start up again. He fell back as he moaned in pleasure. Valen chuckled at the sight, “Ha at least she gets it. You are all just toys for your Master to play with.”

Beatriz was actually quite a bit taller than him. She tried to be imposing as she stepped up to him, “HE is more of a man than you’ll ever be. I don’t know who you are or how you got here, but if you don’t leave us alone right now you are going to regret it. I don’t care what happens to me, I won’t let you hurt my friends.”

The man took a step back, “Wow, what a bunch of uptight bitches. This Master still has his work cut out for him. On my season, nobody would dare speak to me that way. You ladies have fun.” He winked and stepped out of the rec room.

Beatriz looked back at Jenny, “What the fuck was that?”

Jenny shrugged, “No fucking clue. You stay with Marcos, I’ll go find Eric.” Beatriz nodded and Jenny cautiously opened the door. The stranger was nowhere to be seen, so she headed upstairs to find Eric.

Mali was really enjoying this, she never thought that Alexandra of all people would beg to eat her out. She’d already cum a bunch of times when Alexandra finally stopped and wiped her mouth. “You are just a **** so I don’t really owe you an explanation, but I’ll give you one anyway,” Alexandra told her, “I spun that wheel behind us and got a temporary transformation. Addicted to the taste of pussy for 24 hours. Sorry.”

Mali beamed at her, “Sorry? Oh no. I loved that. Anytime, my pussy is yours.”

Suddenly the door opened and a strange man was standing there, “Wow look at this. Two nude beauties. Oh and a second white woman, so Valerie isn’t the only one.”

The mention of Valeire made Mali think he actually looked a little like her. Like a brother or a cousin. Alexandra looked over at him, “Who the fuck are you? Go away.”

The man just laughed, “I’m Valen. I’m a Master on another season, but Valerie invited me here for a bit. Aren’t you two hot little things? And you know what, it smells like sex in here. Lesbians? Hmm, no, you both look like cocksuckers to me. If you are lonely and want some cock, I can help you out.”

Alexandra glared at him, “Didn’t I already say fuck off. Get out of here before we call for help.”

Valen laughed, “If you were going to call for help, you already would have. So you don’t want some of this?” He said as he grabbed his crotch through his pants, “Fine, I’ve got plenty of bitches back on my season to take care of my needs. Don’t worry, I’d never **** a woman to do anything she didn’t want to do. I love women.” Mali thought he looked evil as he turned to consider her, “But you, you aren’t really a woman are you? You’re just a ****. How about you suck my dick?”

Mali felt the urge to obey. He wasn’t her Master, but she knew she was just a **** and beneath everyone else. Luckily Alexandra stopped her from kneeling, “Leave her alone you asshole. I don’t know why Ciela hasn’t stopped you yet, but you touch either of us and you'll see what she can do.”

Valen’s laugh was truly evil, “Fine. How about this, you give that wheel behind you a spin and I’ll walk away. No more trouble.”

Alexandra shook her head, “No way. Just go.”

Valen held up some keys, “Ok. Spin the wheel and I’ll give you these keys and walk away. One of your friends is currently locked up.”

Alexandra didn’t know if he was telling the truth, but didn’t want to risk leaving someone else at her mercy. Reluctantly she spun the wheel. Oh fuck no, a 1! Permanent Punishment

“Perfect! Suits a slut like you to be punished. Well good luck, here’s the keys.” He tossed her the keys and left.

+1up - Alexandra breasts will grow one cup size

Instantly Mali saw Alexandra's tips swell from a C to a D. A modest change compared to the upgrade Mali herself had received Alexandra grabbed her chest, “Actually this wasn't too bad. Ok here's the plan. Take the keys, go find Valerie, check the dungeon first. I'm going to go find Eric so we can stop this prick.” Mali nodded and ran off looking for Valerie.

Valen opened another door to reveal a tiny black woman painting. She had her massive tits bared and looked deep in thought as she stared at the canvas. “Oh, another **** perhaps?”

Isla turned to face him and tried to cover her chest but was unable to. “Who the fuck are you?” She demanded.

Valen chuckled, “A real Master, come for a visit. I can't believe this Master let's you all speak so harshly, I would have punished you for that, quite severely. Why don't you come here and suck my cock, maybe prove you have some worth.”

Valen’s father had always taught him how superior he was to everyone else, and he'd really taken it to heart. His father had taken him under his wing from a young age and as he'd grown up they'd be inseparable. His mother had unsuccessfully tried to teach him compassion, but she was long dead now.

“Why don't you take your racist ass out of here before I shove this paintbrush so far up it comes out your mouth.” Isla said threateningly.

Valen wasn't worried at all, he knew she couldn't resort to ****. “At least this Master doesn't allow his women to cover themselves much. Nice tits, even if you are a bit dark for me. I have this strange feeling, like I just know I can touch them and you can't stop me. Let's give it a try.”

Valen approached her, hands out. In a rage he saw Isla throw a die on the ground, “I wish he would leave.”

Valen stopped as he waited for something to happen. Whatever she tried must have backfired as he saw her boots morph into ballet boots and her dress in a hobble skirt. She teetered on her heels and screamed.

Valen decided he'd caused enough trouble here. He decided to leave before her screams attracted others.

Sarah was glad Trinity loved what she’d done for her program. Somehow Trinity had learned what she needed to know about programming and was furiously typing away. They’d done a few tests already and while there were still a few bugs, they actually had a working program.

Since Stephanie couldn’t write or speak, the app had to be navigable without any typing. Trinity had set it up to show a screen with the most commonly used words, but as Stephanie pressed buttons it would try to predict her next word and the screen would charge to offer suggestions. She could also hit big arrow buttons to change screens to refresh the words available. Every time you pressed a word, Sarah’s voice would say it aloud. Of course since Sarah was a copy of Stephanie, it would be like Stephanie getting her own voice back.

Trinity pressed a button and clapped, “There. It’s loading onto the tablet now. We can give it to Stephanie and let her test it for a few days. Hopefully it will work well enough for her to describe any bugs she finds.”

“This is great. What a fantastic idea Trinity. I’m happy I was able to be a part of it.” Sarah replied.

Suddenly the door to their room opened and they turned to see a strange man standing in the entryway, “Well this is more like it. Two beautiful white women….wait…are you Alexandra Daddario? Wow, my estimation of this Master just went up. Still I’m sure you ladies can recognize that you are now in the presence of a true alpha male. Why don’t you both take those clothes off and I’ll show you a real good time.”

Sarah was speechless. Her reward transformation was still in effect, she just had no idea how to respond to such audacity.

Trinity didn’t have any such problems, “You are delusional. You can fuck right off. Go jump off the boat. Wiat, Ciela! Ciela! Where are you? Why is this man even here?”

To Sarah’s surprise Ciela didn’t come. She reasoned it must be something to do with her speech this morning, that producer trying to make things worse for them. Well,this guy did seem worse.

“Hmm Ciela is your Host? Interesting. You know, in my season I have this huge movie theatre in my suite with a huge collection of media. I actually found episodes of past seasons. There was a Host named Ciela in some early seasons, and wow, what a firecracker. Even I think she went too far on some of those eliminations, and well, that’s saying something. I’d think she was the same Ciela, except you all seem far too disobedient for that.

Still, I’m getting quite bored. It was fun messing with those nude chicks, and Valerie and the bimbo, but I need something more from you all. So which one of you is going to fuck me?”

“Are you for real? Did you hit your head?” Sarah couldn’t believe anyone could speak that way. Was this guy's universe really that different? Or was he just so corrupted by the show he didn’t realise he just came off as an asshole.

“Nobody on this boat is going to sleep with you, or do anything with you. Just go back to wherever you came from.” Trinity told him, putting her hands on her hips.

Both women shrunk back as he took a few steps into the room. He stopped and put his hands up, “Whoa, no need to be afraid. I’m not going to lay a finger on you. Well unless you ask of course. I just wanted to get a closer look.”

“That’s close enough!” Everyone turned to see Eric standing in the entryway. “Valen, you've caused enough trouble, now it is time to leave.” Eric stepped into the room, Valerie stepped in after him.

“Ah, so this is the Master. Look, you have lots of women here, you can afford to share. I’ll take any of them, except Valerie of course. That’s a little too much like **** for me. Even give me that **** I saw earlier, I don’t care that she’s oriental.”

Eric looked over at Valerie, “The fuck Valerie? What is wrong with this version of you?”

Valerie shrugged, “I don’t know. I’m sorry, I never would have let him out if I’d known he was like this. Val was so helpful on my date. I thought he’d be like her.”

“It’s ok, I understand. Valen, I’m giving you one chance to leave on your own.”

Valen chuckled, “No. I don’t think I will.”

Eric sighed and motioned behind him. Alexandra appeared holding a gun, she handed it to him. Eric pointed the gun at Valen, “You brought this on yourself.” He fired. There was a loud bang. Valen looked shocked at first, but soon realised he was unharmed.

“You missed. What a loser.” He taunted Eric.

“I didn't miss. You didn't think this gun shot bullets did you? **** isn't how we deal with things here. No, on Harem Hotel, punishment is always through transformation.”

Valen suddenly looked worried and then he started to shrink. Smaller and smaller until he disappeared inside his clothes. Eric handed a jar to Valerie and she went and scooped him up and set him inside.

He was only a few inches tall and he screamed as he banged on the glass. Sarah couldn't hear him, but she giggled at the sight of him.

“I'm sorry everyone, this is my fault. My first doppelganger was nice and helped me, I didn't think this would happen.” Valerie looked like she was about to cry.

Trinity shrugged, “It's cool with me. I mean he was just rude, but we're fine.”

“What about the others? Are they ok?” Sarah asked.

Eric answered, “More or less. Yaz is a mess, but it seems like that was her doing, not his. Mali is taking care of her now. Alexandra ended up with a permanent punishment because of him, but she says she's ok. Jenny’s gone to look for Isla, and Marcos and Beatriz are fine. Valerie, I don’t blame you for this. Like you said, Val was so nice, you couldn’t have known what he’d do. I think it is best we get rid of the mirror though, we can’t let this happen again. Also, Ciela, are you listening? Why didn’t you stop him? Where are you?”

Ciela finally appeared, “I’m sorry everyone. I couldn’t interfere. He was created by Valerie using an in-game purchase. I couldn’t stop him unless he actually touched one of you. I was able to **** the wheel to give Alexandra a milder than usual punishment, but that’s about all I was able to do.”

Sarah just shook her head. Ciela was supposed to be powerful, but now she was showing her vulnerability. Of course it tracked with reality tv shows in the real world too. A host might seem powerful to the contestants, but the shower is really controlled at a level above them. The host might be the face the contestants see, but they aren’t the real decision makers.

“I get it,” Sarah told her, “Thank you. We should go check on the others, make sure Yaz and Isla are ok.”

Everyone nodded except Valerie, “I’ll go take care of Valen.” She left for her room while the others went to check on the others.

Yaz was finally coming down from her orgasm induced high. It was stupid of her to bind herself without someone to help her. She should have just asked for help, anyone, anyone at all, would have done it.

Her brain was still a little fuzzy, but she felt mostly like herself now. She was still naked, lying with her head in Mali’s lap. Mali was gently stroking her hair.

“Like, uh, thanks for taking care of me. Uh, where are my clothes?” She asked Mali.

Mali giggled, “You don't own any clothes, remember?”

“Ya but I was, like, uh totally wearing clothes before.” Yaz sat up and looked around. They were still in the dungeon. She could see the sybian, and the cuffs, but her clothes were nowhere to be found.

“I don’t know about that,” Mali had found her naked after all, “but I’m afraid I don’t have any clothes to give you. Besides, you look better naked anyway.”

“I do? Like thanks. Um. Was there some guy here before?”

“Ya, don’t worry about him. Valerie and Eric were going to deal with him. Why don’t I help you up, we can go shower together.”

“Thanks, but I think I know how to shower.”

Mali laughed, “I’m afraid my orders are to assist you. I’m going to have to insist on being the one to wash you.”

“Oh. I guess that makes sense. Like, let’s go then.” Yaz let Mali help her up and lead her to her room to go shower. Of course Yaz could have just ordered Mali not to help her shower, but the thought never occurred to her.

Isla was glad that strange man had left. The dice had done its job even if she lost her roll. She knew with the breast friends transformation he would have been able to grope her and she’d be powerless to stop him. Even Ciela probably wouldn’t have been able to intervene. The hobble skirt was a small price to pay.

At least she could keep painting. Her second attempt looked much better than her first. She knew it would take many, many hours to get good at this, but she now had the confidence to keep going. She couldn’t get any better without practice after all.

The door opened and Jenny walked in, “Oh my God, Isla, what happened? Did he do this to you?”

Isla shook her head, “Not really. I used the dice to try making him leave. I rolled too low, but he left anyway after I got my punishment. Is he still around?”

Jenny shrugged, “I don’t think so. Eric, Alexandra and Valerie were going to hunt him down. Eric used Alexandra’s BP to buy a shrink gun so they probably succeeded. Do you need any help?”

Alexandra 10000 BP - 7000 BP

“No, I’m fine. Just 4 hours this time and I’ll be free. I’m just going to keep painting until then.”

Jenny nodded, “Sure. Why don’t I have one of the golems bring you some lunch later?”

Isla smiled, “That would be really nice. Thank you.”

Jenny nodded and turned to leave but then stopped, “You know…you aren’t so bad anymore. A little humanity has made you a much better person. We’re stuck together now, but I think we are all going to be just fine.” Without waiting for a response she left.

Isla felt her heart beat faster, she really was making progress. “They actually like me. I can’t bel….MOO” Fuck! Jenny just left. She lifted her tits up, are they really full already? Well she was just going to have to suffer through until her hobble skirt disappeared. With the ballet boots on too, trying to walk up those stairs would be a nightmare. Safer to just stay here and wait it out.

Eric was relieved that everyone was ok. Jenny had told him about Isla and then gone to keep Marcos company. Alexandra and found Yaz and reported that she was a bit ditzy but seemed happy enough with Mali’s help. Beatriz had asked him to meet her upstairs in a few minutes so he’d gone to check on Valerie first.

He opened the door to her room and noticed the mirror was already gone. Valerie was sitting in a chair talking to Valen, still inside the jar. As Eric approached Valerie looked up, “I had Lili throw the mirror overboard. It won’t bother us anymore. Turns out I can’t **** Valen back inside anyway. But he’ll disappear on his own eventually.”

“Let me out! I’ll get you bitches for this.” Eric could barely hear the tiny squeaking of Valen as he furiously pounded the sides of the jar. Valen stopped and turned to Eric, “She’s…” but he was cut off as Valerie put the lid on the jar. He was still yelling, but the noise just didn’t carry any more.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s harmless now. I won’t let him out.” Valerie assured him.

Eric nodded, “Ok. I’m glad you are alright. I’m heading out now, just be careful. He may be small, but assholes like that don’t give up.”

Eric left Valerie and ascended the stairs. In the sunroom he was surprised by how dark it seemed outside. The only light seemed to be coming from the yacht itself, like it was pitch black outside. He double checked his watch, but it was barely afternoon.

“What's going on?” He wondered aloud. He opened the door to outside but immediately shut it as a frigid gust of wind blew in. “Fuck that's cold. Where has Beatriz taken us?”

“Somewhere special.” Eric turned around to see Beatriz behind him. “Here, take this. It will protect you from the cold.” She handed him a necklace. He noticed she wore one too. “Come on.” She grabbed his hand and led him outside. This time he felt the wind, but not the cold.

On the deck he couldn't see much. It was dark and the only lights came from the stars above. He couldn't even see the moon anywhere, even though the sky was clear. Beatriz led him to the helicopter and ushered him inside.

“Ok, where the fuck are we?” Eric asked as the helicopter lifted off.

Beatriz giggled, “Well I thought about going to some city, but I figured we could do something like that any time. We only have magic for a short while. I wanted to do something truly special. Something that would be impossible, or at least, difficult, without magic. Why is it so cold outside? Eric, welcome to Antarctica.”