Buffy, Faith & Anya's changes

“Well well,” said the Host, “Seems we have a winner.” He flashed Cordellia an evil grin and which she returned nodding her head before using the heel of her boot to shove each of the losers onto all fours, digging the heel into their backs and whacking them each hard on the bare ass with her horsewhip.

As the girls each rubbed their now sore behinds the helped sluts returned to the stage and escorted their charges back to their rooms leaving Tara alone on stage with the Host.

Getting up to her feet and shaking nervously on the black stiletto heels that made up part of the school uniform she had opted to wear today she picked up the pleated miniskirt she had been wearing before the game started and the tiny white thong that had been underneath it and put them back on prompting a disappointed ‘Ah’ from the audience.

“So you won, you’re safe for another day but now you gotta choose your friends fate.” Smiled the Host loving every minute of the blonde’s torment, “So any preferences on who to start with?”

“N….no.” Tara stuttered.

“Well lets just go room by room then shall we starting with Buffy. What’s it gonna be?”

Tara didn’t want to have to do this, make life altering changes to her friends, “I…I don’t know.”

“Now now,” said the Host pulling out his palm pilot, you must have some idea what you want to do to her something to make her sexier, I’m sure a lesbian such as your self has had some dirty thoughts about the slayer.”

Tara didn’t want to answer that but felt compelled to say yes.

“So if you’ve been thinking about her you must have some idea of what would make her hotter.”

“I guess she could use a sexier butt maybe.” Tara replied not entirely sure of why she had said it but relieved that it wasn’t anything to bad that might hinder Buffy’s abilities to get them out of here.

“Right hot ass for slayer number one now what about slayer number two, what to do to Faith.” The Host said relishing every minute of the tormented horror on Tara’s face.

Tara didn’t really have any opinion about Faith; they’d never spent any real time together all she really knew was what she had been told by Willow and that hadn’t been very pleasant.

“Come on how does Faith make you feel?” asked the Host again tapping on his palm pilot trying to find an angle through which to influence Tara’s decisions.

“She makes me sort of nervous, I mean she’s kind of intimidating.”

And there he had it. He began to push a few buttons as Tara continued to talk.

“I guess she could be less intimidating looking, softer sexier more girly clothes or something like that.” Tara’s mind was racing. Faith wasn’t going to be happy about that, although in her present state of mind she probably wasn’t going to be that bothered.

“Now here’s one you ought to enjoy. Anya.”

The Host clearly knew Tara was still pissed over the whole cock craving lesbian thing and knew exactly what buttons to push here.

Tara suddenly found that she couldn’t control her anger towards Anya and didn’t even hesitate when blurting out her response, “I want to **** her to become a lesbian.”

Wasn’t quite what the Host had in mind but he figured this could be interesting, it was very rare he had merchandise to sell to any female clients in fact it had been a few generations since he’d had a female client.

“Care to elaborate.”

Again Tara couldn’t control herself as she began to speak, “I want to **** her to become a lesbian to satisfy her fetish to be unable to be with guys but still think she’s straight.”

Several Oooohs and Aaaahs came from the audience as they became intrigued by the scenario.

“Ooooh that’s vicious, I like it.” The Host grinned.