Finishing the tour and roommate "bonding"

Everyone had just started to get their bearings after the incident with Camila’s TF when someone clears their throat. Turning around they see the desk clerk with an amused smile on her face.

“Well as entertaining as that was, I do believe we it’s time to show everyone to their rooms. Master if you follow me, I will guide you to your room while the wonderful tour guide takes your sluts to their rooms.”

Turning back to the women behind him, Drew pauses, still feeling mixed up by everything that has happened this morning he doesn’t know what to say. Unsure of what to do Drew turns back around and follows the desk clerk.

As he leaves the tour guide begins leading the girls to their rooms. On their way Sarah turns to a fuming Camila.

“Are you okay?”

Camila growls a little bit, grumbling to herself, before sighing.

“I feel humiliated, but otherwise fine I guess. You definitely didn’t seem in control during that whole fiasco, so are you okay?”

Seeing the look of worry the officer is giving her causes Sarah to mentally sigh in relief that she hasn’t lost one of her allies this early.

“It was strange, I saw everything I was doing and saying, but it also felt like I was seeing it all outside my body.”

Camila gives her friend a look of worry laced with curiosity.

“Like you were a spirit or something?”

Sarah puts her hand to her chin in thought as she tries to find a way to better explain the experience.

“Not necessarily, it was more like.”

Camila motions for Sarah to continue.

“More like?”

Sarah thinks for another second.

“It was like that feeling you get when you are on the verge of lucid dreaming. Where you are on the verge of regaining enough awareness that you can control the dream, but you cannot quite grasp it, so you are forced to watch yourself act in a way you never would.”

Camila looks a little lost but nods, getting the gist of it.

“She claims she can place memories of other people in us, and that Yuzhu girl seems to be proof of that.”

Yuzhu scoffs.

“That ‘Yuzhu girl’ is also right here and doesn’t appreciate being talked about like she’s not.”

That actually was rude of her, but if even half the stuff she has had revealed about herself is true I’m not sure we even want her to pay attention to us.

No duh. She’s an idiotic, violent, crazy person like all of her kind.”

Yuzhu hears the inferior version of her gasp in her head and mentally scoffs.

Oh please, I mean lower class poor people.

That… that’s less bad I suppose.

While this was going on Camila ignored the spoiled girl and keeps talking to Sarah.

“But maybe erasing our true selves completely is beyond her power. So, if we can find a way in this hotel to increase our willpower we can break through whatever mind hold she puts us in!”

Sarah looks skeptical but gives a slow nod.

“I suppose anything is possible, at the very least we lose nothing by trying.”

Camila gives Sarah a determined look.

“I know it will work; we’ll beat that stupid rock bitch at her own gam- fucking shit!”

Camila holds her breasts where a glob of the imp's lava had flown off his wing and hit her. Said glob burned through the chest of her shirt exposing her breasts. She hisses in pain feeling like she got a harsh sunburn, though outwardly they seem perfectly fine. While Sarah checks on her friend the tour guide giggles.

“Oopsie, how clumsy of me! Anyways we’re at our first room and it’s yours Brianna!”

Brianna is startled back to awareness after spending most of the trip to her room deep in thought.

“Oh, this is mine?”

The imp guide nods eagerly with his joyful.

“Yup! As the bottom two of the worst girl poll you and Catherine, who is already in there, got the BESTEST room!”

Nodding Brianna unlocks the door with her card to see what looked like a not very spacious college dorm room. The walls are unpainted concrete with two medium-sized windows at the top of one wall, neither looking like they open. The floor is covered with a cheap-looking carpet, there is a wall closet, a medium-sized desk up against the wall with a lone office chair, and a single double-sized bed in the center of the room. All of this is cramped into a tight space with just enough space to walk through between the wall and furniture. Laying on the bed is the still zoned out Catherine. The imp guide lets out a giggle.

“Did I say bestest room? I meant to say the least worst, kind of like you two!”

Brianna chuckles nervously.

“Um thanks, I guess. How much longer is she going to be like that by the way?”

The tour guide pulls out a giant watch from one of his pockets.

“Hmmmm, the slut’s dumb little brain should adjust to the changes in about another hour! Well, I’ll just leave you and the blowup doll to get acquainted bye-bye!”

With that the imp expands his wings and scoops up the other women who let out shouts of alarm before slamming the door, leaving Brianna and her comatose roommate alone. Brianna sighs as the remains of her energy that have been keeping her moving finally leave her. She faceplants on the bed with a groan.

“I really want to talk to Drew and figure out where we’re at, but I’m so exhausted. What time even is it?”

Looking up from her position on the bed Brianna sees a simple clock on the wall that reads 9:17 am. Seeing the time the girl puts her face back in the mattress and groans again.

“Oh god the day has barely started.”

---

Back with the group the tour guide has stopped in front of another door.

“And this is the room for our bitches in the middle of the pack, Yuzhu and Camila!”

Seeing Camila just glaring at the imp for the latest insult Yuzhu rolls her eyes with a scoff and goes to unlock the door. Once the room is revealed Yuzhu turns to the tour guide with an unimpressed look.

“You have got to be joking.”

The tour guide grins and Camila finally stops glaring at the imp to look into the room. The state of the room causes her eyes to widen in shock.

“What the fuck!”

The room in question looks less like a bedroom and more of mix between a medieval prison and a modern sex dungeon. The entire room is made of black stone with no windows in sight, the only source of light being from the iron wall sconces. Hanging along one of the walls is a variety sex toys like Dildos, all shaped the size and shape of Drew’s penis unbeknownst to them, vibrators, butt plugs, and anal beads. Another corner of the room is dedicated to bondage equipment including chains, cuffs, whips, a stockade, a suspension rig, and an X Frame. The only non sex related things in the room are a black iron dresser, bolted to the floor, for their clothes and a large pile of hay in the center of the room arranged in a circle.

The tour guide claps his hands excitedly.

“Oooo, looks like you lucky ducks won the lottery for middling rooms, you got the dungeon!”

Camila wheels on the imp and shoves her finger in his face.

“How is this LUCKY?! How can you expect us to sleep in a filthy room like this, there’s not even a bed!”

Yuzhu rolls her eyes and cocks her hip to the side.

“As much as I hate agreeing with one of the annoying loud mouths, you can’t expect us to sleep without a bed.”

Roxie peers into the room and gains an exasperated look before wiping the look off her face and turning to the two women with a neutral look.

“I’m pretty sure that hay in the center of the room is supposed to be your bed.”

While Camila looks upset as she realizes Roxie is right, Yuzhu looks like someone shot her dog and threw the dog’s corpse in her lap.

“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! All the fancy things you have in this hotel, and you expect me to sleep on a bed of hay! Like I’m some kind of farm animal or live in some backwater third world country! Do I look like some kind of savage to you?!”

The annoying voice of the beggar version of her got strangely silent after the room reveal, though that small victory didn’t help soothe her nerves. The tour guide imp just smiles through her yelling.

“Hey, you don’t have to sleep on the hay; the floor is right there too! Anyways for all of that yelling you two can’t leave the room until 2 pm, have fun!”

With that the imp expands his wings again and wraps Camila and Yuzhu in them before throwing them in the room and slamming the door. The last thing the group outside hears is Yuzhu’s yell of.

“You motherfucker get back her-”

The tour guide shrinks his wings again and wipes his hands clean before smiling at the remaining two women.

“That just leaves the worst bitches of the lot! Come on I’ll show you to your room!”

Roxie and Sarah share a look before following after the imp, vaguely aware of the massive meltdown behind the door.

---

“-e you stupid fucking sentient sludge pile of worthless lava!”

Camila comes up form behind and puts her hand comfortingly on Yuzhu’s shoulder.

“While the bed situation isn’t great, I think we should be more worried about all the sex toys and-”

Yuzhu cuts Camila off by slapping her hand away from her shoulder and then wheeling around to jab her finger in her face.

“Oh, shut up you fucking prude! There are sex toys on the sex show, alert the media! This is all your fault anyways, if it wasn’t for you and your band of idiots, I wouldn’t even be in this fucking mess to begin with!”

Camila looks aghast before yelling right back with a furious look.

“You’re blaming me for this mess, and how does that fucking track?! Last I checked you’re here because you were a raging nepo brat and bossed him around or whatever!”

Yuzhu, undeterred by Camila fighting back, starts poking her in her exposed chest as she continues to yell.

“Yeah, and I never would have had the chance to boss him around if you, that old hag, and that wannabe biker chick didn’t decide a child was responsible for his dad murdering people!”

Yuzhu miming wiping tears from her face.

“Oh, boo hoo my husband’s dead, I better make this literal child’s life hell because they are related!”

At this point Camila sees red and tackles Yuzhu to the ground she’s about to start beating on her when in a flash of fire and ash they disappear before reappearing at the corner with the bondage equipment. Yuzhu is locked in the stockade with her skirt and panties pulled down while Camila stands behind holding a wooden paddle with holes in it from the wall. Both women’s eyes widen and they both shout.

“What!”

---

Back with the tour guide he has led Roxie and Sarah to their room.

“And finally, for our top two worst bitches Mama made a special room!”

Sarah unlocks the door and stares blankly at what she sees, seeming the reaction Roxie leans into the doorway and raises an eyebrow at the room.

The room itself is a spacious area with hard-wood floors and beautifully painted walls. The room contains a large queen-sized bed with fluffy pillows and what looks like silk sheets and blankets. There is a space sectioned off with comfortable looking chairs and couches that surround an entertainment center with a coffee table, a TV and DVD player. There is an attached bathroom and two walk-in closets, one for each of them.

Roxie turns to look at the obviously amused tour guide.

“I thought you said the college dorm was the “least worst” room, what is this?”

The imp realizing the attention is back on him quickly acts “confused” about the situation.

“Oh man, this is weird! Mama doesn’t usually make mistakes like this, but oh well this is the room you guys were given! Have fun bye!”

With that the tour guide shoves them in and slams the door. Sarah is the first to speak up.

“We’re on the same page that this is some kind of trick, right?”

Roxie crosses her arms and nods as she heads to one of the walk-in closets.

“100 percent. But we can worry about that later, first I want to see if I can find something to finally cover myself with.”

Sarah’s cheeks gain a small pink tinge before quickly fading.

“I suppose that’s fair.”

Roxie opens the door and the closet inside is massive, versions of her regular clothes, now fitted for her new size, hang throughout the closet. As Roxie looks through the closet she starts to feel like the walls around her are getting further away from her. Her head spikes in pain causing her to wince, upon opening her eyes again the closet walls are back to normal. Shaking her head she grabs a one of her sleeveless black tank tops, making sure to grab one that covers her stomach, glaring at the ones that still expose her midriff.

As if I would I want to show off this disgusting body you gave me more than I have to you stupid bitch.

Coming back into the room she looks at Sarah examining the room and cautiously testing the bed.

At least I ended up sharing a room with someone who has something going on between her ears, even if she is a fucking carpet muncher that probably wants to fuck me.

Shaking her head she puts on a more serious and concerned expression before speaking up.

“Before we start talking about the room do you mind if we talk about something else first?”

Sarah looks at Roxie with a little shock, having not heard her leave the closet, before shaking it off and nodding at Roxie.

“I suppose we can since we don’t have anywhere to be for the foreseeable future.”

Roxie puts on a grateful smile before putting her concerned expression back on.

“I know you and Camila seemed to be bonding during the intermission, and that’s great, but.”

Sarah raises an eyebrow at Roxie and silently gestures her to continue. Sarah is unsure of where this is going but keeps her opinion to herself until the other woman fully explains her thought.

“I don’t want you to think that I’m suggesting we should ice her out or stop being her friend or anything. But maybe we should not keep her in the loop of any of our future plans.”

Sarah reads Roxie’s expression for a second, and after seeing the genuine concern and nervousness on her face, calmly asks.

“And why do you think we should exclude her from our plans?”

Roxie’s outward expression and voice don’t change, on the inside, however.

Because she’s a fucking moronic bitch who couldn’t pour water from a boot if the instructions were on the heel.

“Well, I’m just worried about her transformations. We’ve seen how the whole arresting her goes, what if her taking part in our plotting counts as inconveniencing that bastard? We could be turned into cops and report her for conspiring with us. And then we have to account for the TF that was supposed to make him her husband and stepfather of her children.”

Sarah, who had been taking all of this cups her chin with two fingers in thought.

“Yes, and once more we don’t know HOW Obsidian attached that TF to the winning one.”

Roxie nods.

“Yeah for all we know the wife version can be listening to us at all times, or she’ll turn into the wife version once it turns dark. Or as unlikely as it is she could already be the wife version and is pretending to still with us to be a double agent for that prick.”

Sarah lets out a hum at that, as she considers the points Roxie brought up.

“I suppose as long as none of our plans could hurt an ally, especially one that has suffered as much as you and I have at the hands Mr. Thompson’s father, it should be fine.”

Sarah grimaces as her speech is changed once more. Roxie’s mask slips a little as she lets out a rueful chuckle.

“That’s gotta suck!”

Sarah groans at that, and the two new “allies” begin discussing theories about what’s wrong with their room, with Roxie mysteriously having forgotten about her headache and the expanding closet walls.

---

Turning back around Drew follows the desk clerk imp away from the women.

What would I have even said, “Ha you bitches had this coming, I’m in charge now!” Or “Hey I know you all humiliated, tormented, and hurt me because it made you feel good to see me suffer suffer, but let’s put all that stuff behind us! I’ll help keep you all safe and we’ll all get through this!”

Drew’s left leg begins to ache as memories of running scared through a dark forest flash through his mind. Drew clenches his fist as a dark look forms on his face. The desk clerk imp senses his anger and smiles. She knew her mama had picked a good Master this season.

What did those contestants say before, it’s always the quiet ones. I just need to help mama make him a little less quiet.

Approaching two elevators, one looks worn and little run down, but the elevator the imp approaches looks incredibly luxurious and well cared for. Giggling the imp points at the rundown one.

“Look Master, that one is for your bitches!”

She pauses at the odd look the Master was giving her, and her cheeks heat up as she realizes she broke character and shouted. Coughing into her fist embarrassed she speaks again with her “customer service” voice.

“I mean that is the slave's elevator for whenever they need to go to your floor to perform their duties. Mama has assured me while it heavily rattles and the light’s barely work it is perfectly safe, she would never dream of killing your property my Master.”

Drew blushes a little at still not entirely used to the reverent language and tone Obsidian and the imps use for him.

“I appreciate it, I don’t think I ever got your name, and it feels weird to keep thinking of you as the desk imp.”

The imp’s eyes light up before getting a conflicting look on her face, but before Drew can tell her it’s okay, she leans forward conspiratorially and whispers.

“When we’re being hotel staff, we try not to give out our names, so the harem whores don’t get friendly with us, but since you’re the Master, I guess it’s okay. My name is Topaz Master!”

Drew nods.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Topaz, if you don’t want them to know your name I promise to keep it a secret.”

The now named Topaz smiles at him.

“You may tell anyone my name if you desire Master, but I appreciate it. Anyway, this much nicer elevator is for your personal use.”

The elevator dings as she says that and opens to reveal a spacious room with a plush couch, ornate obsidian coffee table with a remote on it, and mini fridge beside the couch.

“As you can see this elevator has lovely couch for you to rest while using it. The remote on the table controls the elevator so if you wish to explore different areas without standing by the buttons you can just use it. The fridge will conjure whatever cold beverage you desire upon opening, after all it wouldn’t do to have you parched.”

Drew steps in and looks around the wide space.

This seems excessive for riding an elevator. Is the trip to the master floor that long, or is it just to make the others furious when the doors open and they can’t use it?

Taking a seat on the couch Drew looks at the remote and sees the top button labeled “MS” and gives it a press. The doors close and calming music begins playing as it ascends to his floor. Topaz is standing by the couch clearly trying to hide her excitement behind a “professional” expression. Before he can ask if she wants to sit down the elevator doors open once more.

“I guess it really is to piss them off.”

Ignoring the comment Topaz gestures him forward.

“Your suite awaits my Master.”

Following her lead, they walk down a large doorway to a large set of double doors that Topaz opens for him, upon entering the room Drew’s eyes widen with his mouth agape. He expected the room to match the hotel décor downstairs, warm lighting but too gold and ornate for his tastes, this room looked expensive but in a totally different way.

It was definitely as large as he expected, the room being large enough to fit his entire apartment 10 times over. The first thing he noticed was the back wall of the main room. Instead of the warm wooden panels that make up most of the walls there is large glass panel that takes up the whole, behind the glass is floating and swirling orange and red globs of lava. He’s pretty sure the wall would cast the room in a gorgeous warm glow if he turned off the main lights, especially off the heated obsidian floor, polished to a reflective sheen. The other side of the room has a large tv on the wall with two couches and a recliner set up in front of it along with an obsidian coffee table and two side tables, one between the couches and one by the recliner. The couches are a warm amber color with dark brick red throw pillows. The recliner is a cognac brown leather to compliment the couch colors. Both look incredibly plush.

Topaz shows him the next section, the kitchen is state of the art, with an oven and stove range that look like they could cost as much as a nice house. The counter tops next to the oven and burners are made of granite for their heat resistance while the kitchen island and other surrounding countertops are quartz. The flooring in here is made of white oak as opposed to the obsidian of the other room. Topaz speaks up.

“And this is your lovely personal kitchen in case you want to cook yourself or make your sluts cook for you. The fridge and freezer will be stocked daily with a variety of drinks and ingredients that you enjoy. The cabinets and drawers are full of the finest cutlery, plates, bowls, and glasses. As well as top of the line pots, pans, and cooking utensils and appliances.”

She then gestures to a touch screen on one of the counters.

“Whenever you don’t finish food, it will go to an extra dimensional space kept in perfect condition, never changing temperatures or aging. You use the screen to access the space, and the food or drinks will materialize next to it.”

Drew nods a little dumbstruck. Next Topaz takes him to the bedroom. The bedroom has the same obsidian flooring, in the center of the room is a raised platform, reached via two steps that wrap around the platform. On the platform is a large California king bed, probably the largest he has ever seen, the bed frame and sheets are a deep black while the comforter and pillows are a deep ruby red color. Looking around more, he sees the outside wall has a large window, almost as tall and wide as the wall itself. The window over looks the shimmering blue lagoon of the hotel, the window itself has blackout curtains, he imagines it is to block out the light of the lagoon, because even now during the day it glows lightly, he can only imagine what it looks like at night.

She briefly shows him his walk-in closet with so many clothes he could probably change into 3 outfits a day and still not use all of them in 2 years. Topaz quickly explained.

“While you are free to browse to your heart’s content obviously you can also think of an outfit and the closet will bring the best suited on to you directly.”

After that they checked out the last spot of the tour, the bathroom. The floor in the bathroom was made of glimmering tile crystals with the walls being made of pristine white marble. There was a hi-tech toilet like he suspected, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. Firstly, the shower was huge, large enough to hold him and all the women downstairs and still leave plenty of breathing room for them. It had one of those rainfall shower systems he had heard about, with 5 different large overhead shower heads in a line from the front of the shower to the back. The front and back walls also have wall mounted shower heads, and the wall opposite of the crystalline glass shower door has 5 shower heads of their own. The center piece of this room though is the large hot spring bath up against the back wall of the bathroom, it’s about as big as his local public pool, and emitting steam that smells like a mix of cherry blossoms and lavender. Topaz gestures to the hot spring with a grin.

“This is a specialty of ours, our volcanic mineral hot spring, normally they smell like sulphur but with a little of mama’s magic it gives off the pleasing and relaxing aroma of flowers. You can either keep it to yourself or share it with any of the sluts you wish to, which is why it is extra large. Normally you're only allowed to bring the cunt you have a date night with up here, but you can summon as many of them as you want to join you in the hot spring, they will be cleaned when summoned and they will not be able to leave the bathroom. You simply dismiss the others to return them back to their rooms.”

Drew gives Topaz a tired half smile.

“I appreciate all of this Topaz, but this is really all too much for someone like me. A harem, and then all of this, it’s more than I could ever deserve.”

Topaz frowns briefly before walking over gripping Drew’s hands with a small smile.

“Don’t be silly, mama wouldn’t have picked you if you didn’t deserve this. If she picked you, it’s because you have suffered greatly and those horrible women downstairs played a large part in it. This is your opportunity to take back control of your destiny and make those witches suffer the same way they made you suffer. You just have to take the reins.”

Letting go of his hands with a pat Topaz begins to skip off to the front bathroom door. Stopping at the door she turns back to Drew with her “professional” smile back on.

“And that concludes our tour, you have a lovely night, Master.”

With that Topaz exits, though she’s not gone long before Drew hears a loud squee from outside the room.

“I can’t believe I got to hold the Master’s hand! I am so glad I got to play the desk person this season, take that everyone else!”

Drew sweatdrops as he hears Topaz’s maniacal laugh as she exits his suite.

“These imps sure are something.”

Leaving the bathroom, he goes to sit on the edge of his bed, vaguely noting how soft the blanket and bed is. Having his first moment to himself Drew puts his face in his hands and lets out a long-exhausted sigh.

Is she right, do I deserve this, do the women downstairs deserve me taking revenge on them? Should I feel bad? Should I be excited? I don’t really know, I was so much more clear headed about this whole thing when I was getting the massage, but now everything is back to my normal swirling emotions. Obsidian and the imps are being nice to me now, and a small part of me wants to believe they mean it, but what if it’s the usual “Be nice to Drew until he’s given you all he can or will give you” that I’m used to.

Leaning back to rest his head and back on the bed Drew takes his hands off of his face and stares at the ceiling.

After all those years of being humiliated, tormented, and abused I’m supposedly finally in control of something in my life, I have a chance for revenge, and I still feel like I’m powerless whenever I think about the women down there. How deeply did they get their roots in me that I’m still this anxious and scared around them?

Reaching towards his pocket he pulls out the small deck of cards he was given. After staring at the back of the top one for a moment Drew draws the top card and flips it around to face him.

---

Back with Brianna her face is still in the mattress when she hears a groan. Looking up from her laying position she sees Catherine begin to sit up with a groggy expression on her face.

“Like what happened? My head feels like it’s full of cotton balls.”

Brianna lets out a snort thinking to herself.

Honestly, a head full of cotton sounds pretty normal for you.

Catherine hearing the snort turns to look at Brianna. Her face goes through a swirl of emotions before settling on a guilty expression.

“Hey, um I don’t remember your name, but I’m sorry for calling you ghetto all of those times, that wasn’t very nice of me.”

Brianna stares wide eyed at her blonde roommate with mild bewilderment.

“Huh?”