What's a girl to do?

Giving the twins a moment to find a seat, Sage entered the common room. Seeing that everyone was accounted for, Sage smiled. "I'm so glad that everyone is here in the right place at the right time! Tardiness is NOT something I tolerate. Now. For this competition. We are going to use what you would most likely call some kind of advanced VR. It's impossibly more complicated than that, but that's the easiest way to describe it. Here's how this is going to work. When I dismiss you, y'all will head down that hallway and turn left where the sign says "Dating Sim, Turn Here". Down that hallway, you will see doors with your names on them. Go in the door with your name on it. Inside, you will see something resembling a twin bed and a helmet. Lie down, put the helmet on, and follow the on-screen prompts you'll see on the display inside the helmet. With me so far? Good. Now. As for fairness and leveling of the playing field. I said this was akin to a speed date. That's not entirely inaccurate. Only you won't be talking to the Master during this date. Dave is already in the sim. I've been showing him some highlights from other seasons of Harem Hotel while you had your time to prepare. Once the sim starts, ,you will each have 15 minutes to convince the Master to pick you to spend the night with him tonight."

"So what's the catch?", Jane interjected. "Are we supposed to use sign language? Interpretive dance? Semaphore?"

"I was getting there, cool your tits", grumbled Sage. "Now to the fun part. Dave will be magically blindfolded. He won't be able to see you, no matter what, so don't try to cheat. He will also be magically deafened. He will be seated. His arms can be moved and you can move him from a seated position to however you'd like to pose him. But that's the extent of it. He won't be able to move. No matter how hard he tries, he will be frozen in whatever pose you put him in. Whatever you decide to do, it's going to be YOU doing it to him, not the other way around. This is how you will convince him to pick you. And just in case you're wondering, no, he won't know who is who. In fact, he'll only know who numbers 1 and 2 are because they'll be announced at dinner tonight. It'll be up to you to tell him which one you were. If you want to, that is. Also, one more thing. As this is NOT in the real world, there will be NO VP earned for whatever you might do. I have decided that if VP are to be awarded, the Master should know who is earning what. And along those lines, for you virgins in the group, have no fear. You'll still be intact when you wake up."

Sage looked around at the faces surrounding her. "Now, some of you might be thinking of phoning it in. Or of just sitting there for 15 minutes without doing anything. I'm telling you now. Failure to meaningfully participate will result in an immediate punishment transformation. I'm not going to tell you what I consider meaningful. It could be fucking, it could be oral, it could be a lap dance, or it could be a massage. I'm going to treat this like your Supreme Court did obscenity. 'I'll know it when I see it.' So, I think that about covers it. Oh! Right. As this is YOUR sim, you will control whatever environment you are in. If you need props, you have but to think of them. Anything you might want, simply imagine it and it will be there to use as you see fit. I think that's everything." Pulling a small notebook from somewhere, Sage flipped through the pages mumbling to herself. "Righty-O. Head down that corridor, if you please and follow the signs. You'll be going in a random order. You won't be able to watch the other girls to see what they've done before you go in, so don't feel like the later picks have an advantage. Also, Angela and Bethany, for THIS CONTEST ONLY, your shared touch transformation will be turned off while you're with the Master. Again, I, and the audience, want to see what you come up with. Good luck, and have fun!" And with that, Sage disappeared.

Everyone looked around. Hillary was the first to move. Standing up, she sighed. "Might as well get this over with. Let's go, ladies." The other women followed suit, filing down the hall.

Bethany reached for Angela's hand and gave it a gentle tug, Lagging behind, Angela raised a questioning eyebrow at her sister. "I just wanted to say good luck. And to thank you." And with that, Bethany leaned in and gave her sister a quick peck on the cheek. Turning away, Bethany hurried down the hall after the other women. Angela felt her cheek. Thank me for what? I guess I'll have to ask later. Realizing she had lost sight of the group, Angela hurried to catch up.

*****

Angela opened her eyes. Weird She found herself in a white, empty void. Directly in front of her was Dave. He was siting in a chair with his hands resting on his knees. The chair appeared to be an ordinary wooden chair. No armrests, Just a seat, four legs, and a back. And he was nude. And erect. Holy shit is he erect! Angela pondered the impressive appendage between his legs. Coming out of her daze, she idly wondered how long she had left. Suddenly, in the air and off to her right, appeared a large digital timer, counting down. As she watched, the timer went from 14:25 to 14:24. OK. What to do? Wishing that she had spent some time actually planning what to do, she decided to just wing it and see what happened.

She sauntered up to him, swaying her hips. She knew that he couldn't see her, but it helped her to feel sexy. She slowly trailed a fingertip up his leg from his knee to his hip. Even though Sage had said he couldn't move, Dave flinched at the sudden contact. I see. He can't move much. Walking around the chair, Angela leaned her head in and gently kissed his ear while her hands traced patterns along his chest. She moved her kisses along to his cheek, his jaw. She was pleased when Dave made an appreciative noise. Emboldened, Angela kept a hand on his shoulder as she walked back around in front of him. Straddling his thigh, she sat herself down on it. She could feel the wetness she was leaving on his leg. Leaning in, she clasped his head between her hands and kissed him. At the contact of her lips, Dave had been startled, but he quickly became an active participant. Not bad, thought Angela. Feeling bold, she broke off the kiss. Taking his hand, she extended his index and middle fingers and closed the other two against his palm. Still straddling his thigh, she rubbed his fingers along her slit, collecting some of her juices that had begun to leak out. Dave moaned. Next, she brought his fingers to her mouth and slowly, sensuously enveloped them with her lips before using her tongue to thoroughly clean them. Guys lose their shit when girls do this, right? She knew that her ex had DEFINITELY had a thing for it. Idly, she contemplated her taste. I don't think I could tell the difference between me and Beth. That thought sparked a new shiver of desire in her. She glanced down. Dave's cock was nearly vibrating. She watched it rhythmically bounce in time with his pulse. The head looked so red and purple and angry. The expression on his face was nearly one of pain. Angela returned his fingers to her pussy. This time, she angled them up and worked them inside of herself. She wasn't sure if it was something Sage had done to her or if it was the VR setting or just her being a wanton slut, but she was unable to stop her own moan of pleasure. Keeping his fingers buried in her pussy, she held his hand in place with a firm grip around his wrist. As she began to hump against his fingers, she began playing with his cock.

"Ohhh fuck! That's hot!" The words from Dave sent shockwaves straight to her clit. Unlike her sister, Angela still battled with body image insecurities. Part of why she had gotten all of her piercings and tattoos was to distract from her perceived (and existing only in her own head) shortcomings. To her, seeing and hearing the pure lust and pleasure that her touch, that she could produce was a balm to her wounded psyche. Feeling as if she could do anything, Angela removed Dave's fingers from her pussy. She gently spread his fingers into a "v" and repeated her slow cleaning on his index finger. "I want to taste you. Please!" The words had come from the seated man. The man who was easily two or more times her size. Yet he was her captive. Her toy. And he was begging. For her. To taste her. Deciding that good manners should be rewarded, Angela obliged. First she cleaned his middle finger. Then, sliding two of her own fingers inside herself, she withdrew them, shuddering slightly, and gently placed them on his tongue. He sucked and licked her fingers as if the very existence of the universe hung on the cleanliness of her fingers. Holding his fingers back up to her pussy, she ground her clit against them as she kissed him again, searching his tongue for any trace of her pussy.

Looking at the clock, she saw that she was down to nine minutes. Fuck it. I'm horny and he looks ready to pop. Standing up, she grabbed on to both of his shoulders and slowly lowered herself down. Feeling the spongy tip of his cock against her thigh, Angela removed one hand from his shoulders and reached down to guide him inside her. FUCK! He wasn't the biggest dick she'd ever had, but somehow, he stretched and filled her like no other. She had had ideas of simply sliding down that fleshy pole, but her little pussy just wasn't up for that. Over the course of a couple of precious minutes, she worked herself down to the root. All the while, both she and Dave made moans of pleasure and shouted profanity. Fully seated on his rod, she hooked her hands behind his neck and started to ride. Angela's self-doubts had influenced her behavior during sex. Feeling a need to distract from her imagined shortcomings, she had devoted herself to being the wildest, best lay she could be. She worked her hips back and forth, gliding smoothly as she undulated in his lap.

Dave's face was strained. He was panting. Teeth gritted. She watched as the veins in his neck bulged as he strained against invisible bonds. She again reveled in the power she felt. I'm doing this to him. Me. Seeing that she was down to two and a half minutes left, Angela shifted into high gear. Feeling her own release imminent, she reached down and grabbed his hands, placing them on her breasts, desiring the stimulation from her partner. Shock briefly crossed his face as Dave felt her jewelry. The shock became hunger. Feral. He grinned even as he moaned and panted. "Fuck! Fucking ride me! I'm gonna cum! Cum with me! Fuck! Your pussy feels so good!"

Belatedly, Angela realized what she had done. Only 3 of us have nipple piercings and you're the only bitch with barbells. He seems happy, at least. Apparently the magic binding Dave was subject to her will. As she placed his hands on her modest breasts, she squeezed them around her breast. Fearing for her balance, she returned her hands to his shoulders and to her surprise and delight, felt his hands and fingers gently squeezing, and pinching her breasts and nipples. Crying out, Dave stiffened. Angela felt the sudden warmth deep in her belly as his cock pulsed and shot its load inside her. She tilted his head back and lightly kissed his mouth. "That was so good. -"

The clock hit zero and she found herself lying back in the strange bed thing. She tried to sit up and found that she was unable to move. As the panic set in, a message appeared on the display in her helmet.

Transitioning from Active Mode to Spectator Mode. Please Remain Calm.

Angela wasn't exactly calmed by the message, but her urge to scream for help subsided. Shortly, everything faded to black and she found herself watching another scene play out.

*****

Louise opened her eyes and discovered that she was in the cramped bedroom of the apartment she and Dave had shared while she had been in dental school. A sudden pang of heartache hit her. Squaring her shoulders, she shrugged it off. That was in the past. I can't change what happened or what I did. I can only move forward. There, in front of her, was David. He was sitting in a wooden chair, to all outward appearances calm. Except for the raging erection, that was. Seeing it in the soft afternoon light, Louise was again shocked. I took that in my throat? Holy shit. Go me! One aspect about Louise that she loved and hated about herself was her very minimal gag reflex. She had only been intimate with two other boys before Dave. Both of them had been very appreciative of her oral skills. Looking back, she began to see how their attitude towards oral sex had shifted her opinion of it. It became all that they wanted and when she had asked for reciprocity, none was to be had. I'll make it up to you, David.

Seeing him in that chair, Louise felt her heart fill with emotion. Regret, Love. Shame. Anger. Lust. Desire. Fondness. She couldn't help it. She sat in his lap, draping her legs over his right leg as she sat side-saddle. Putting her arms around him, she leaned in and kissed him. He had flinched slightly when she had sat down, but as she shifted her weight to kiss him, he had correctly interpreted her movements and was ready to meet her kiss. She held his face and tenderly kissed him. She kissed his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids, his nose. Desiring to be held, she stood up and straddled him, trapping his erect cock between them. Reaching down, she grabbed his arms and wrapped them around herself. She was pleased to see that he was able to gently hug her. Leaning back in, she resumed kissing him. As she did, she slowly began grinding her pussy against his cock. As she was stimulating the base of the shaft and not the more sensitive head, his face scrunched and he took on a begging tone. "You're so wet. Please. I want to be inside you."

With a thought, Louise found herself on top of Dave as he lay in their bed. She was straddling him, once again pinning his cock between their bodies. She took his arms and leaning forward, stretched them over his head. Doing so brought her nipple to his mouth and she shrieked and then moaned as he gently nibbled and licked her hard nub. Not wanting to leave the other one out, she swapped breasts and fed him her other nipple. He moaned and hummed appreciatively. Sitting back up, Louise thought on how to accomplish what she wanted. Rolling off of him, she grasped his dick and licked from the base to the tip. She tasted herself as she licked him and found that it stoked the fire in her core even more. As she licked, she gently stroked him. She tuned out the words and relished the sounds that he made. A thought about her remaining time caused a timer to appear on the wall in front of her. According to the numbers ticking down, she had 6 minutes left. Better get a move on, girl!

Letting his cock go, she swung a leg over and mounted him reverse cowgirl. As his cock slid into her slick folds, the moan that escaped her was involuntary. Dave likewise had lost the power of speech. As she began to lift up and down she leaned forward slightly, bracing herself on his knees. "Shit that feels good! Yes!" Dave sounded pleased. Hungry. Smiling, Louise began rotating her hips as she rocked back and forth. Looking back over her shoulder, she could see Dave's face. An expression of bliss dominated his features. That won't do. I need more. Further increasing her tempo, Louise saw that she was down to 2 minutes. I'm not gonna make it! Reaching down, she gently caressed and fondled his balls. She heard a sharp intake of breath and a muttered, "Oh fuck yes!"

Gently playing with him while she rode him, Louise watched the clock tick down. One minute thirty. One minute fifteen. One minute. "I'm so close! Don't stop. Please don't stop!", groaned Dave. Nothing could make me, never again. She gently, carefully pulled ever so lightly on his balls. Dave screamed. "CUMMING!!!!!" Louise stopped her hips circular motion, but continued her gentle rocking back and forth while she fondled his balls. She felt him pulse inside her. Felt the muscle spasms in the flesh around the base of his cock where she held him. Felt the heat of his semen as it shot deep inside of her. She was still gently rocking, feeling a mixture of his and her cum pooling around the base of his cock when everything faded to black.

*****

Suzanne was nervous. Excited, yes. But definitely nervous. What am I going to do? The dream sequence the night before represented the sum of her practical sexual experience. She had kissed a few boys, and let one or two touch her boobs, but more than that was something she hadn't been comfortable with. Looking up, there he was. Officer Brewer. David. Dave. She had entertained a number of increasingly explicit fantasies involving him as she had gotten older and learned more about what happened behind closed doors. And now, here he was. He was more muscular than she had thought. He clearly kept himself in shape, but she hadn't expected his chest and abs to be as well defined as they were. His arms were well-muscled without being grotesquely large. And he was naked. With a boner! As softly as she could, she approached the seated man. "Hello?", she called out. No response. No indication that he could hear her. His eyes were open, but he apparently saw nothing. Waving her hand in front of his face produced no reaction. Feeling playful and bold, she lifted her shirt and flashed her boobs at him. Nada. She didn't think his poker face was that good. Sage had been telling the truth. He really was blind and deaf for this.

Suzanne studied the seated man. Invariably, her eyes were drawn to his penis. His cock. His dick. That's no mere penis. Tentatively, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around it. He jumped. She jumped and screamed, quickly releasing her grip. She watched as his cock bobbed as some muscle flexed. A bead of clear fluid slowly built on his cockhead. Steadying herself, she placed a steadying hand on his chest and reached again for his cock. As her hand wrapped around it, he groaned. She felt his cock lurch in her hand as again, some muscle flexed. Removing her hand from his chest, the took the tip of her thumb and lightly ran it through the fluid slowly accumulating near the hole on the head of his dick. It was slick. She shifted her grip and gently spread it over the crown of his cock. He stiffened and moaned again. Her curiosity overwhelming her, and feeling deliciously naughty, she brought her thumb to her mouth. Not much to it, really. A little salty, a smell kind of like bleach? Was that it? Some foreign smell whatever it was. Definitely not bad. Not amazing, but not awful, either.

As she contemplated this new flavor profile, Suzanne idly stroked Dave's cock. She had never seen one in person before much less touched one. She was fascinated by its warmth. How firm it felt in her hand, while the head had a softer, spongier texture. She examined his scrotum. Gently, she hefted it and felt the two heavy orbs inside. She felt so wicked. This man was hers to play with. She could say or do anything and nobody would know! "My pussy is so wet right now" As soon as she said it, involuntarily, her shoulders hunched and she darted a look to his face, waiting to see the inevitable reaction letting her know that he had been playing possum this whole time. There was no look from him to her. Rather, he wasn't seeing her. His eyes were closed now, his head tilted back. Coming from his throat were contented noises. Suzanne felt alive. Electric. With a thought, the two of them were in a large comfortable bed with a ludicrous number of pillows piled up on it. Dave was propped up by the headboard, legs spread. Suzanne was on her side head propped on an elbow, her head in line with his groin.

She reached out and held him again. He flexed. She felt the vein running along the underside, gently rubbing her thumb across the smooth spot underneath the head where there appeared to be a small scar. As soon as she did, he jerked and let out a moan of pleasure. Experimentally, Suzanne removed her hand and then gently, with just a fingertip stroked that spot again. "Hooooo yes. Right there!" His exclamation startled her. Emboldened her. With a lust-driven idea, she collected some spit on her finger and returned to rub the spot again. Once again, her efforts were rewarded with more sounds of need from the reclining man. Sitting up, Suzanne slowly spread Dave's legs further apart. Just wide enough for her to sit on her knees facing him.

Reaching out, she grasped his cock again and resumed stroking. Emboldened by lust, her thoughts became spoken words. "I can't believe I've got your dick in my hand! Holy shit. It's so warm. So hard. I've fantasized about you, you know. My first orgasm was to thinking about you. Just last year. I've played with my pussy more since then, and every time, it's you I'm thinking of. Dave." She giggled. "I don't think I can call you that. Not to your face, anyways. It feels... disrespectful? Not right? But here, Dave. Here where I'm playing with your... cock." Even knowing that she was alone and that he couldn't hear her, only feel her, she stumbled on the dirty word. "I want you to be my first, Dave. But I want to look into your eyes when you stick this", she gave him a squeeze, for which she was rewarded with a groan of pleasure. "When you stick this monster in my little virgin pussy. Oh my God. She's so wet for you right now." And with that, Suzanne could resist no longer. Her other hand went to her pussy while she continued to stroke Dave. Her thighs ran with juices streaming from her nether lips. She circled her clit and sighed before slowly working one, then two fingers inside herself.

"I'm playing with my little shaved cunt while i stroke your cock." She would later think back to the words coming from her mouth and cringe. Dirty talk was definitely a new skillset for her. But Suzanne Green wasn't one to shy away from a challenge. Shivering at the deliciously naughty idea she'd just had, she removed her fingers from her pussy and placed her fingertips just inside Dave's mouth. His response sent a thrill straight to Suzanne's pussy. He licked and sucked on her fingers like a man possessed. Withdrawing her fingers, Suzanne returned them to their prior task. She could feel it building. The tension. The pleasure. At her thought, a timer appeared above Dave's head. Three minutes. Shifting her weight, she looked at the cock in her hand. It's now or never, Suze. Leaning forward, she took the head of his cock in her mouth. The reclining man groaned. In her hand, his cock flexed and bucked. She could taste him again, stronger. Still, not awful. As she continued stroking him, she recalled her earlier explorations and the brief, generalized advice from Jane, Louise, and Grace. She flattened her tongue and rubbed it against the underside of his cockhead. "Yes! Right there! Don't stop!" The words sounded like they were ripped from him. He was gasping and panting. Suzanne could see corded muscles bunching, straining, **** to move. T o grab her. To **** his cock down her throat. So caught up in the pleasure that she was giving him that he would turn into an animal. Just for her. Suzanne felt her pussy pulse with desire at that thought. She had never considered the act as anything remotely desirable on her end, but now, seeing the reaction she was able to provoke from Dave, she vowed to learn how. Feeling adventurous, she tried to take more of him in her mouth. She hadn't gotten very far at all before she retched and very nearly lost breakfast. Note to self: ask Jane or Louise.

Undeterred, she resumed her prior ministrations. Her fingers were a blur as they strummed her pussy. Glancing up she saw the timer was down to twenty seconds. C'mon! Cum! She willed it with every fiber of her being. She was feeling the first tremors of her own orgasm when Dave hissed, grunted, and then announced, "I'm gonna cum!"

Panicking, Suzanne sat back, but continued to stroke. In her hand, she felt it. Powerful muscle spasms pulsed along its length. She watched in awe as with a groan, Dave's orgasm hit. Rope after rope of cum geysered out of his cock, covering her hand, forearm, his groin. The sight of him cumming sent her over the edge. Doubling over in pleasure, her face was inches from his cock, now coated in a layer of his cum. On impulse, she wrapped her lips around the head and gently licked. The flavor was him. Salty. Alkaline. Dave. It's not the most delicious thing I've ever had, but it's certainly not the worst. Maybe I'll let him finish in my mouth next time. Feeling one more tremor run through her core as he groaned and strained to get more of his cock in her mouth, everything faded to black.

*****

Hillary cursed. "Fuck! How am I supposed to do this without hating myself and without getting another fucking punishment thing?" She knew it was irrational to blame Brewer. Sure, she was here because he thought she was hot, but without being conceited, she could admit that most guys found her attractive. That didn't change the fact that she was allegedly now bound to be in his fucking harem and fuck her if she had plans for her life or autonomy. "Fuck!" Inexplicably, they were in her office. She had panicked, but opening her office door had revealed an empty black void. Shivering, she slammed her office door and turned to the handsome, naked, erect man sitting on a chair in the middle of her office. She considered her options. Unbidden, images from her little imagination session on the way back to her cabin began parading through her mind. Moaning, she shook her head vigorously. This had the unintended effect of also shaking her new, unfettered, and much larger breasts. She had been feeling it for the last hour. They had been starting to refill. She was nowhere near full, but she felt she would be long before dinner. She considered that particular curse that Sage had put on her. While both her milk production and arousal were constant, to Hillary, her arousal always seemed to increase faster. Grimacing, she sat down in her comfortable office chair. Unbidden, the thought occurred to her that Dave-sama should have the comfortable chair and she should be sitting on the plain wooden one. As quick as a thought, their chairs had swapped. Dave started. He had apparently noticed the change in chairs. Thinking that she could do something to make him more comfortable, Hillary imagined Dave lying on his back on a twin mattress. At her thought, he was suddenly supine. "Whoa! That's trippy"

His voice startled her. Has it always been that deep? That powerful? That commanding? I never really talked much with him before. I need to ask Louise. Looking down, Hillary mentally raised the mattress up so that Dave was just higher than her waist. She examined him. He does have a nice body. Not super hairy, so that's a plus. Impressive package. Hillary wanted to find fault with him. Needed to find something wrong, and she was increasingly frustrated at her inability to do so. She tried to think of something she could do that would satisfy Sage and also let her keep her dignity for a little longer. Making up her mind, Hillary reached for the wooden bowl that had appeared on her desk. Dipping her fingers in it, she coated them with the scented massage oil and began working on Dave's arm. She felt the tension. Heard him moan appreciatively as she methodically worked out the knots, moving to his shoulder, to his neck, and to the other shoulder and down the other arm. She worked his chest and belly. This time with a lighter, soothing touch. Her touch was well received, Dave moaning and sighing as she gently worked her way down his body. Skipping his groin, she started on his calf, and squeezed and rubbed her way north, much to Dave's enjoyment. As she got to his groin, Hillary envisioned a clock. Five minutes. Grimacing, she refreshed the massage oil on her hands and began working on his other leg. As she got closer and closer to his cock, Dave began reacting more. She could see the strain, watch his cock bob as he tried to move it just a centimeter closer to her hands. She smiled at that. He was **** for her touch. Looking at the clock, she saw that she had three minutes to go. Using both hands, she began a twisting, sliding motion on the pillar standing tall between Dave's legs. He groaned. He cursed her. He thanked her. And with three seconds to go, he came like a fountain. Hillary was still gently squeezing his shaft when everything went black.

*****

Grace had known what she was going to do almost the second after the botched transformation contract. Ever the pragmatist, Grace wasn't one to throw away an advantage or deny a set of circumstances just because they weren't ideal. As soon as she opened her eyes and saw that Dave was sitting in what looked like her den, but in a wooden chair, Grace, with a thought, envisioned him sitting in a comfortable, overstuffed recliner. Wasting no time Grace walked up to the sitting Dave and gently pulled his butt towards the edge of the seat. Dropping to her knees, Grace swallowed, and said, "Here goes nothing, I guess." Frowning, she imagined that the chair Dave was in would be about six inches shorter, as she was unable to comfortably reach his cock.

Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Is this wider than I used to be able to? Grace gripped his cock with her hand, marveling at how her fingers couldn't quite touch. Dave jerked at the contact, but said nothing. Knowing that the transformation had been applied to her, but still apprehensive, Grace took a moment to gather her courage. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head and placed his cock in her mouth. "Hooooly fuck! Huhhh Oh shit!" Dave's words became inarticulate mumbling at the sudden warmth embracing his manhood. Grace was amazed to find she felt no discomfort at all as the cock in her mouth eased its way further and further into her mouth and down into her throat. And suddenly, she felt it in her pussy. She gave a moan of her own, which in turn further set Dave off. With her lips pressed firmly against the skin of his pubic mound, Grace decided to experiment. She began swallowing rhythmically. The cock in her throat pussy? lurched, providing a pleasurable sensation for Grace. To her great surprise, Grace found she was perfectly comfortable with his dick buried in her throat. She felt no need to breathe, no panic, no burning from her lungs. She stretched her arms and began lightly raking her fingernails down Dave's muscular chest as she began to bob her head up and down. Dave's responses increased in their intensity and volume. Grace felt like something was missing. She worked her head up and down, occasionally extending her tongue to stoke his balls. Each time she did, Dave would suck in a breath and moan.

As Grace continued pleasuring Dave (and herself), she thought she had figured out what she was missing. Reaching out and grabbing Dave's hands, she placed them on either side of her head. Much to her delight, he was able to gently control the action and movement, which increased the pleasure she felt in her pussy from the magic of the transformation. Grace reached down to play with her clit. It was such a novel sensation, to feel so full, but have nothing in between her legs. As she rubbed small circles around her sensitive little nub, her orgasm came on fast, surprising her with its suddenness. As she moaned and clenched in pleasure, Dave reaped the benefits and redoubled his meager efforts at driving her head down onto his cock. Grace was pleased with herself. As she rode the endorphin rush from her orgasm, she reflected that as far as permanent transformations went, things could have gone much worse for her. Suddenly, Dave groaned. "I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Grace began swallowing rapidly and reached up and gently pinched his nipple. The shock of the pinch sent Dave over the edge. "Cumming! Oh fuck I'm cumming!" Grace felt in her throat and in her pussy as the cock she had swallowed bucked and pulsed. She felt the warmth in her stomach as his load shot straight down her throat. To her surprise, he didn't go soft. As she came down from her high, she wondered how much time she had left. A suddenly appearing timer showed eight minutes to go. Grace wondered if she could get him to cum again before her time was up.

She succeeded.

*****

Jane was ready. She had known exactly what she wanted to do as soon as Sage had told them what the actual details of the competition would be. Instantly shucking off her clothes, Jane marched over to Dave and stood him up. Pushing him to lean back slightly against a wall that she conjured, Jane wasted no time in contemplating her partner, naked and clearly aroused. She sank to her knees and began to stroke and lick his cock. As she blew him, she reached up and held his hands in hers. She squeezed his hand and felt a burst of affection when he gently squeezed her hand back. At a thought, a timer appeared to her left. Thirteen minutes to go. Relinquishing his cock, she stood. Brewer made a small frustrated noise, but the smile on his face revealed his enjoyment of the situation.

Putting her trust in Sage's description of their ability to pose Brewer however they saw fit, Jane put her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed down, causing him to go to his knees. Looking at his cock sticking out proudly, she made a mental estimate and leaned his torso forward at a slight angle, while extending his arms at an angle towards the ground. Stepping back and looking at him from the side, Jane giggled. In a world without magic, there was a very slim chance that anyone would be able to hold such an off-balance position for very long. Returning to face him, Jane turned around and got on her knees. Reaching for his arms, which now bracketed her body, she grabbed them and placed his hands on her breasts, closing her hand around them. Then, she leaned forward, bringing his torso with her. With one hand supporting her weight, she reached back between her legs and gripped his cock. Slowly, she worked it inside herself, relishing the way it filled and stretched her. Ten minutes. Oh yeah. I can work with ten minutes.

Once he was fully sheathed in her pussy, she shimmied her hips and knees back so that her ass was touching his lower abdomen. Doggy had always been a favorite of hers. And of her partners, she thought with a grin. Jane knew that her ass was one of her best features, and with her bent over, showcasing her nice, juicy culo, her partners had always been appreciative. Her only regret was that Brewer couldn't see it. I'll just have to give him a repeat performance, she thought. And with that, she began fucking him. Slowly, oh so slowly, she worked his cock in and out of her steaming pussy. He was hitting all the right spots. He was moaning, she was moaning. Filth spewed from her mouth as she sped up. Looking at the time, she saw she had three minutes to go. "I'm so close. That feels so good!" Brewer sounded ****. Jane smiled.

With a grin followed by a groan from both parties, Jane rammed her hips backwards into Dave and held them there, fully encasing his length inside her. I'm probably going to feel this later, she thought. But that's something Future Jane needs to worry about. Flexing her PC muscles Jane felt the weak grip on her breasts tighten as Brewer hissed in a breath and strained, trying with everything in him to move just the tiniest amount. Seeking just the slightest bit of friction as she massaged his length with her pussy, rhythmically flexing and releasing. Kegels, bitches. Gotta work them kegels! She kept this up for half a minute, and then, releasing her grip, slowly started rocking back and forth, never letting more than half of his length escape her gripping pussy. The sounds from Brewer became louder, needier. He moaned. Jane ground to a stop and repeated her internal flexing. Brewer begged. He begged! Looking up, Jane saw that there was still a minute left. Over the next thirty seconds, she managed to move forward to the point that he almost exited her pussy before reversing her course to bury him completely for three complete cycles. He was frantic with need. Jane was close. Reaching a hand between her legs, she began to circle her clit as she suddenly began bucking against him while squeezing him.

The noises the Dave made were nearly inhuman. The sudden, glorious friction and pressure that he had been yearning for bypassed all reason. Even in the pitch darkness, his vision went white. The exquisite warmth that he was enveloped in pulsed and squeezed him in ways that he had never experienced before. He came. And came. Feeling like his very soul was leaving his body. Jane, for her part, savored the jerking, flexing sensation that presaged a spreading warmth in her womb. Panting, and slowly rocking back and forth, she looked at the clock. Five seconds. Not bad, Randall. Not bad. The world faded to black.

*****

Bethany looked around. There was Dave, naked and aroused, sitting in a chair. Recalling Sage's instructions, one thought later and Dave was sprawled comfortably in a circular depression in the floor filled with large, comfortable pillows. He made a surprised noise at his sudden change in seating, but otherwise said nothing. Am I really going to do this? Can I really do this? Sage had said that they could import any prop that she might want to use. Bethany was coming to grips with her situation. In the last twenty-four hours, her entire world had been turned upside down. The things that she had experienced, that she had done... The Bethany from two days ago would have laughed her out of the room if she had tried to predict just a fraction of the last day's events. Bethany knew her reputation. She had encouraged it. It had helped keep the horndogs away from her while she focused on her studies. Her meaningful sexual experiences could be counted on two fingers. And one of those might not count, since it was a dream. Blushing with both shame and arousal, she thought back to her encounter with Angela just that morning. I had sex with my sister. My twin sister. I made her lick me. I told her to lick herself by licking me. That shouldn't make me so horny. I should be begging for her forgiveness! I should be going to jail! But I'm not. I'm not begging for anything. I'm the one telling her what to do. Unbidden, her hand rose to her breast and gently tweaked her nipple. She groaned and shifted, aware of the wetness between her thighs. She was still wet from the boathouse. Had scarcely thought of anything else since then. She had put those images and thoughts to the side during Sage's instructions, though. And as Sage talked and told them what they were to do and what they could do, Bethany's mind, reeling from her incestuous encounter just minutes prior, wild with lust, with increasingly depraved nudges from her Leather for Lace transformation, experienced a sudden surge in perverted creativity that she knew she had to put to the test.

Walking up to the reclining Dave, Bethany sat, straddling Dave from the back, gently hugging him. He made a contented noise as she softly caressed his chest and belly. She rested her head on his shoulder, looking down at her hand as it grew ever closer to his cock. It's now or never, she thought. Suddenly, Angela was there, standing across the pit from Dave.

"What the fuck? I already went! Beth? I don't get it! What's going on?"

""Shhh. Don't worry about it. This is my date. Sage said we could use any prop or thing that we could think of. I can't think of anything better than your mouth to use right now. I want you to suck his cock. Make it last. And when he cums, you're going to swallow it all."

Angela's eyes bulged for a second, and then glazed over. She blinked, shivering. Slowly, she made her way into the pillow pit and began crawling on her hands and knees towards Dave. Bethany continued her teasing touches, never actually making contact with Dave's cock, savoring the sounds of need and desire coming from him. Her pussy was positively gushing. She knew that the transformation was affecting her, but its insidiousness had also affected her moral compass as well as her libido. She rationalized her actions. She wasn't ordering Ang to do anything that she hadn't done loads of times before, right? How many times had her Angela tried (and succeeded) in thoroughly embarrassing her with her tales of her sexual exploits. Beth shivered. Now she would be able to see if Angela was all talk or not. Bethany heard the surprised grunt when Dave felt the presence crawling towards him from between his legs while simultaneously being held from behind. Beth savored the confused expression on his face that morphed into bliss with a low moan as Angela began fulfilling her task. Bethany watched, rapt, as Angela expertly worked his cock. She wasn't rushed in her oral ****, but neither was she passive. Slowly, she worked her hand up and down his shaft, lubricated by generous amounts of spit that she drooled from her mouth. Likewise her head followed the motion of her hand, slowly, but never stopping it's relentless mission to extract that creamy essence from the Master.

Bethany began gently kissing Dave's neck, ear, and cheek, murmuring words that he couldn't hear but that her sister could. "If only you could see her right now, Dave. Her eyes are closed. She looks so beautiful with that cock in her mouth. Like she belongs on her knees. Like a good little ****." Both Bethany and Angela moaned at that word. ****. Now that was a definite new wrinkle. Bethany jerked as she felt fingers playing with her pussy. "Ohh... did you like that, little sister? Did you like it when I called you my ****? Is that why you're playing with my pussy? Is that it? You can't talk because I made my little **** slut sister show me how she can suck a cock? Is that it?" Angela moaned around the cock in her mouth. Dave, savoring the vibrations from the sounds groaned.

Bethany wondered if this was what people meant when they said they'd had an out of body experience. She was saying these wicked, awful, dirty, hot things to her sister. Her sister! AFTER she had **** her sister to perform fellatio on a man she had only met yesterday! At the same time, felt like an observer. Watching this debauched scene play out as if it were a movie that she couldn't stop watching. Bethany groaned at the feelings that were coming from her pussy. The arousal and pleasure from the sensation of Angela's fingers further clouded her judgment, compromised her morals.

Later, as she contemplated this scene, she would feel equal measures of shame, guilt, arousal, and pride. As she watched her sister work Dave's cock with such slavish devotion, mmm... that word again, Bethany smiled wickedly as her sister met her gaze. Seeing the look in her twin's expression, Angela moaned, triggering a sympathetic moan in reaponse from Dave.

"Since you seemed to like that word so much, lets make it more official. Angela's wrists were suddenly encased in thick leather cuffs connected by a chain, bound behind her back. A leather collar appeared on her neck. Bethany thought she might cum from the power of the situation, the sheer wrongness of the idea of enslaving her own sister. Angela apparently felt a similar emotion. Her moan redoubled in intensity as she struggled to maintain her speed without the benefit of her hands. Bethany, missing the feeling of having her pussy played with, but not wanting to do it herself pondered. While she had no doubts that she could make herself cum by playing with her own pussy, it was just so much better when someone else was providing the pleasure.

Bethany reached, and placed Dave's hands on either side of her sister's head. He wasn't able to exert any real ****, but Bethany thought that his hands would both reinforce her sister's role as a **** in this little scenario as well as providing some structural support for Angela as she was leaned over precariously balanced. With a thought, Dave was still seated, but his upper body now reclined, sitting snugly in a cutout just the right size for him. Beth stood on the edge of the little pit and savored the image. She found that imagining that she was the one bound and servicing Dave was almost as arousing as the current circumstances.

Looking around, she spotted a timer counting down. Four minutes. Addressing her sister, Bethany spoke. "Four minutes left. I want him to cum in three." Angela moaned in affirmation. Bethany settled down on her knees, straddling Dave's now upturned face. She watched as a bead of her arousal dripped from her dangling labia to splash on his lips. As he opened his mouth reflexively, she lowered herself fully, groaning as he realized the change in situation and began lickingbher in earnest. Angela's moans redoubled, increasing in pitch snd intensity as Bethany began to work her nipples, pinching, rolling, pulling. Bethany looked down at the face just visible between her thighs, already shiny with her juices. Feeling her release closing in, she put a hand on the back of his head, pulking him tighter to herself as she desperately humped against his mouth. From the muffled sounds coming from her pussy, he was likewise on the edge. With a cry, Bethany hunched over, feeling wave after wave wash over her from her scalp to her toes, her core clenching in time with the tide of euphoria coursing through her. The sensitivity became too much and she rolled to the side panting. One minute fifteen seconds left. Groaning, she made her way to her sister's side.

Angela was a wreck. Drool coated her lower mouth and Dave's crotch. Sweat beaded her brow, her eyes clinched in pleasure and exhaustion as she complied with Bethany's earlier orders, the compulsion not allowing her a break. Taking pity, and feeling a not insignificant spike of arousal herself, Bethany gently replaced Dave's hands with her own. "Relax Ang. Let me help you." Feeling Angela cede control of her head, Bethany began to move her sister's mouth faster and faster on Dave's cock, feeling her pussy pulse with desire at the rhythmic gluck gluck gluck coming from her sister's mouth. Dave was incoherent. Nearly fifteen straight minutes of teasing having its desired effect. With a shout, he began to cum. "Don't spill a drop!", Bethany commanded. She watched with fascination and lust as Dave's cock twitched and pulsed. She watched her sister's throat move as she frantically gulped the load being deposited in her mouth. Bethany knew that she would want to hear again the sound of Angela desperately swallowing as Dave emptied himself in her mouth.

Dave deflated, spent. Sated. Bethany gently leaned Angela's head back. As her sister looked at her with unseeing eyes, Bethany leaned down and kissed her, extending her tongue and catching a taste of Dave. She moaned into her sister's mouth at the perversity of the situation. As the heat of the moment faded and the kiss ended, she sat back, stunned. What had she done? What had she been thinking? Would a permanent collar be an option she could pick for her sister? Wrestling with conflicting desires, she hardly noticed as the scene faded to black.

*****

Hooooly fuck! If VR ever manages a fraction of that, someone is gonna be printing money! Dave sat back, reeling from the series of vignettes he had just experienced. Feeling at his crotch, he was relieved to find that he hadn't cum in his pants. Embarrassingly, he was still hard. Suddenly Sage walked through the door. Startled, Dave jerkrd his hand away from his dick, already flushing atvthe thought that Sage would think she'd interrupted him playing with himself.

"So! How was that? Enjoyable, I trust?" Sage was all smiles. "Which would you say was the best?"

"Huh? I thought I was only ranking the speed dates or whatever. And that hasn't happened yet. I've apparently been strapped in to the universe's best VR/fleshlight combo for however long. You said that you had some kind of holo-deck thing for me to watch while I waited. You said you just wanted to show me stuff from previous seasons of this fucked up show. Not that I really had much choice in the matter. I thought you were just occupying me until the actual speed dating started. You didn't mention the part where i would feel what was going on. Not that it really matters, I guess, but who were those women? And can we get this stupid competition over with?"

Sage grinned. "Sure thing. But just for me, just this once, rank those clips for me. I'm putting together a trailer for a pitch, and you're my focus group."

Dave fumed. "Whatever. Uhh.." He blushed as he realized there was no tactful or polite way to describe the clips he'd watched/experienced. I guess I'd say the one with two chicks? That's probably first place, I guess. The uh.. doggystyle one next? Then, umm, the one where I came twice? Let's see... the oil massage one next, followed by the one where I was lying down and she rode me. And uh... hell. I dunno. Can the last two be a tie? Fuck! This is all dumb. They were all good! Are you just trying to embarrass me?"

Laughing, Sage waved a hand and a screen appeared, listing the names of the women. His harem. Dave shuddered. That word, harem. Despite the negative connotations he attached to it, a growing part of him was growing attached to the idea of having a harem. The list read;

1. Bethany: +3000 BP
2. Jane: + 2700 BP
3. Grace: + 2400 BP
4. Hillary: + 2100 BP
5. Louise: + 1800 BP
6. Angela/Suzanne: + 13500 BP

"And there you have it! Looks like you'll be spending tonight with Bethany! " Sage mockingly shook her finger in the air, as if admonishing a naughty child. "That naughty girl... I didn't think about the wording of the rules. Technically, what she summoned was a thing for her to use, so I'm going to let it stand. I'll make sure that further loopholes are intentional on my part."

Confused, Dave stared at Sage uncomprehendingly. "What? I haven't talked with any of the girls yet. I thought I was going to rank them after our dates!"

"But you've already had your speed dates, dear. I might have fudged a bit on my description of the simulator. The girls you saw, incidentally, were actual contestants from previous seasons. What you felt, however, were the hands and mouths and other parts of the girls in your harem. To them, you appeared deaf and blind. To you, you saw what I piped into your brain. Your body was in essence a poseable sex doll for them. Parts of you were allowed to move based on the intent of your partner. It was the best way I could think to come up with an impartial selection. Or, if you'd rather, we can let the audience decide. Would that help that dwindling conscience of yours feel better if I let a group of faceless strangers vote on which of the girls debased herself the best for your enjoyment? Hmm?"

Dave cursed. "Sure. Whatever you can leave me out of, leave me out of. God! I feel fucking dirty now... not that I was loving myself before you set me up in here, but shit! No more lies, Sage. No more "fudging the truth". If these girls are depending on me, the least I can do is fucking open my eyes."

"Whatever you wish, Master. I promise no more secrets. Unless it's necessary for a challenge. But I promise to tell you that, as well. Deal?"

Grudgingly, Dave assented.

Sage turned from Dave. "Terry! Change of plans. We're holding a vote."

"What do you mean on what? Where the fuck have you been for the last 3 hours?"

"Stop! Again, rhetorical question. Listen to me carefully. Tell Sgt. Barkles that this is going to be a simple poll. I don't want any fancy ranking bullshit or whatever. Here's what I want. I want one poll. On this poll, labeled "Favorite Speed Date", the viewers will vote for their favorite scene. Period. ONE VOTE. With me so far?"

"Good. Whichever date gets the most votes wins. Whichever one gets the second-most comes in second, and so on. Got it?"

"Good."

"Yes. I'm serious that Sgt. Barkles is actually in charge. Hop to it. We have a schedule to maintain."

*****

Groaning, Louise pried the helmet from her sweaty head. That was intense! I'm kind of glad I went first so I could watch everyone else. I can't believe Bethany though! Was that legal? I guess it was, since Sage didn't stop it. Good on her, I guess. It was pretty hot... Opening the door to her room, she found herself face to face with Jane.

"Reverse cowgirl, huh? Nice one!" Jane gave Louise a gentle shoulder check. "It looked pretty hot."

"Wait a second!", Louise interrupted. "I went first! I watched you! Doggy style. I didn't even think to put his hands on me!"

Jane frowned. "That's weird. Because after I went, I watched everyone else go. I thought that meant I went first."

"What are y'all talking about?" Suzanne had joined them in the hallway.

"One sec. What number were you, Suzanne? How many others did you get to watch after you went?", Jane asked.

Suzanne blushed and looked down. "I think I was first, because I watched... all of you." She shivered. "I feel like I should have done more after watching everyone else." She fought to keep the disappointment from her voice. She wondered why she would be disappointed in herself. Snapping her out of her introspections, Jane snapped her fingers.

"That sneaky bitch! I think she made it so we'd watch everyone else after we went. She never said that we wouldn't spectate after we went. She just said that nobody would be allowed to watch before their turn!"

Suzanne's blush deepened and she moaned in despair. "Oh my God! So you all watched... me? Could you uh, hear me?" Her tone of voice was so plaintive as she asked that Jane briefly considered lying to her in order to spare her feelings further. As she was opening her mouth to answer, Louise beat her to the punch.

"Yeah. We did." Seeing the teenager cover her face with her hands, Louise wrapped her in a hug and squeezed her tight. "It's fine, Suzanne. Nobody is judging anyone. You didn't do anything wrong, sweetie. It looked like you might have been enjoying yourself, hmm?

"It was hot, Suze." Jane didn't mince words. "I thought it was sexy as fuck."

The trio continued to the common room where they encountered Grace, Hillary, and the twins. Hillary appeared to be upset about something as she turned away from Bethany. The shorter, tattooed woman had a shocked look on her face, slowly morphing into shame. Or was it anger? Sage appeared as Jane and company entered the room. "Bravo, ladies! Excellent marks all around! I'm sure you have questions, and I'll probably even answer some of them. Please, have a seat."

Before any of the women could blink, they found themselves sitting back in the circle on the sofa and chairs. "First, to answer what is probably the question most of you have, yes." At the confused looks being directed her way, Sage smiled. "Yes. You all went first." Seeing frowns and more than one mouth opening to ask a question, Sage continued. "Ladies. magic, remember? I fucked with time. You all were in there for the prescribed amount of time. I just monkeyed with your perception of that time. Don't think too hard on it. To quote a guy from a book, "You don't have the math for it." Now", she looked around the group, ending with her gaze locked on Bethany. "On to the other big question you probably have. Yes. What Bethany did was in the rules. Admittedly, I didn't intend for it to function like that, but with the wording, I said that you could bring any prop or thing you wanted with just a thought. Sweet little Bethany here decided that the thing she wanted most was her darling sister's mouth. It just so happened to be attached to the rest of her sister. And since they were in the same sim for Bethany's sequence, the shared sensation block didn't activate. So no, Bethany didn't cheat. And yes, I am currently re-examining future challenges to make sure that any loopholes that are there are ones that I intended." Sage smiled at the group.

"I want to commend all of you on your performances. For a couple of you, I had my doubts going in, but you all rose to the occasion! So well done! Even though there can be only one winner, you're all winners in my book!" As the appreciative noise that Sage expected continued to not come from the assembled group, she cleared her throat and spoke. "You might also like to know what your Master thought. Well, I mean, part of that is obvious, no?" She grinned. "But as far as he knew, I had dumped him in a super-realistic VR simulator to wait while you prepared for your dates. I told him that I would be showing him clips from previous seasons of Harem Hotel. To him, he experienced the sensations that those previous Masters did with their harems. He had no idea that the women who so ably serviced him were you lot. You should have seen his face when I told him. He freaked out! Classic!" Sage took a minute to control her mirth. "Anyhoo, He told me that he didn't want to rank your performances. Something about respecting you or blah blah blah. I don't remember. To be honest I wasn't really listening. So, the arbiters for today's little contest will be the audience. So sit tight, and we should have the results of the vote soon!"

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