Pirate Panic II

The eyes of the penguin glanced towards the motionless statue, standing next to the purple sofa.

Then they fixated the person on said sofa.

“It appears matters are still not proceeding as planned.”

The producer was holding one of his regular meetings with de Sade.

Mr. Penguin was not known for showing a large amount of emotions but regardless it was very easy to tell for de Sade that he was not pleased.

“That is because I am surrounded by incompetents”, de Sade spat back while luxuriating on her sofa. She did a surprisingly good job at it, despite the fact that she was currently wearing a straitjacket. “That imbecilic caricature of a host is incapable of even realizing the peril she is in.”

“So it seems.”

“Why haven’t you interfered? Miss Summers' punishment should never have been approved.”

“It is within the hosts legal rights to punish contestants as they see fit.”, Mr. Penguin exclaimed calmly.

“And it is within a producer's right to punish a host for their failings.”

“Too much executive meddling is received poorly by the audience.”

“A joke season like this does not require such considerations.”, the bound woman responded dismissively. “Are you aware of her newest idiocy?”

“I am.”

The casual response was not received well. “You are giving this brat far too much of a leash.”

“It will make her ultimate fall all the more dramatic.”

“Drama”

De Sade spat the word out.

So far this has been a comedy at best and she was sick of waiting for the punchline.

Fortunately, she won’t have to suffer this indignity for much longer.

Three days.

This ludicrous farce of a season will only be permitted to go on for 72 more hours.

Then, that insufferable gnat will come to know true despair.

“I trust there are no changes to the schedule?”, de Sade asked pointedly.

“No changes”, Mr. Penguin responded. “...in that regard.”

The constricted woman did not miss the implication. “I am not in the mood for games, Sefotatstlaka.”

The producer cradled his flippers. “There have been some questions in regards to your performance. And your suitability.”

“What?”, de Sade inhaled the air sharply.

“This is not meant as criticism”, Mr. Penguin assured genially. “Sometimes individuals, no matter how accomplished, are simply not the right fit for a task. Quite frankly, you are overqualified.”

“No”, the purple haired woman responded. “No, no, I will not allow this insult. This will not be tolerated.”

“You are being unreasonable.”

“This inferior being stole my prey”, de Sade growled. “This microbe, this tardigrade absconded with what is mine and she will pay the price for that.”

“Why not leave her punishment to me?”, the producers eyes floated once more to the frozen contestant. “You are taking things too personal lately.”

“There will be no changes to the script.”

“I am the producer”, Mr. Penguin stated firmly. “The ultimate decision lies with me.”

“And you know who I am, Sefotatstlaka”, de Sade retorted sharply. Her words taking on a second, more ancient, voice. “Do you truly desire to spoil our mutually beneficial relationship over an insignificant speck of a season like this?”

“Are you?”

For a few seconds, the two otherworldly beings of unfathomable power merely stared at each other.

In the end, it was Mr. Penguin who relented.

“Very well, I am willing to concede. Conditionally.”

De Sade narrowed her eyes. “What conditions?”

“Due to your repeated setbacks, the audience has cast their doubts regarding your qualifications”, the producer explained calmly. “Considering your future assignment, that is not acceptable. You must establish your competency and affirm yourself as a force to be reckoned with.”

“I am aware of that”, de Sade responded with an indignant growl. “Plans to that end are already in motion.”

“So I heard.” Mr. Penguin shook his head. “It will not suffice. Leftovers and reruns make for poor drama.”

“Spare me the poetry and get to the point.”

The producer obliged. “During the upcoming challenge you must eliminate one of the contestants. You have the pick of the bunch, but one must fall. This is non-negotiable.”

In response, de Sade’s icy visage returned to a smile. “That is hardly an issue. This was my plan from the start.”

“Good”, the penguin noted. “Incidentally, I have received a report in regards to your observed discrepancies.”

De Sade raised an eyebrow.

“It was indeed an error on our end.”

A small shiver went through de Sade as the new intel was uploaded into her brain.

When it was done, she actually laughed out loud.

“That has to be a joke.”

“I am not in the habit of making jokes.”

“That...that negates the entire premise of the season!”, de Sade stated with an even rarer expression of disbelief.

“I doubt the host herself is aware of this”, the producer added, considerably more casually. “If nothing else it should make for a moderately dramatic plot-twist. Do me a favor and keep it a secret, will you?”

De Sade responded with a dismissive nod. “I suppose that explains the failure of your intelligence department. They did not account for stupidity beyond any reasonable degree.”

“It is no excuse. The offending department has been appropriately reprimanded.”

“But still”, the purple haired woman furrowed her brow. “This means the brat’s capability exceeds our estimate by an order of magnitude.”

“What of it?”

For the most part, hosts are given their powers by the hotel. Through the millennias some eventually cultivate their own brand of strength and climb the corporate ladder even further.

The reasons why a host joins the hotel are as plentiful as the stars in the sky. Some are lured or threatened, Others crave power. Some are created for the sole purpose of being a host.

And some are simply in it for the love of the game.

On the surface, the brat belonged to that later group but, this does not add up.

“If she has that much power she could run her own show easily enough", de Sade mused. "Drawing the hotel's attention on purpose is a stupendously idiotic thing to do.”

“I believe you just answered your question.”

Ah yes.

Their host was an imbecile of the highest caliber.

A being that just so happens to be so powerful that her idiocy was of no consequence to her continued existence.

And one that somehow managed to never run into a bigger fish.

Unfortunately for the brat, there is always a bigger fish.

De Sade smiled. Since yesterday, she was in a pretty sour mood, but this brightened her day considerably. Her recent setbacks could all be explained by this ghastly display of the hosts inadequacy.

And more, there was a particularly tasty morsel of information in that report. She will make sure to savor that one to its fullest.

Yes...

If she plays her cards right this will make Malcolm’s golden boy look like an inbred donkey!

“We talk again tomorrow.” The producer was not one for smalltalk and with that curt goodbye, he cut the connection.

De Sade meanwhile stretched herself. Not her arms of course, these were still bound.

But she had other ways to interact with the world.

The door opened.

Not the door to her suite

Or the one to her bathroom.

It was a door that for all sense and purpose should not exist in the manor.

And out of it, something dark and purple and impossible slithered across the floor towards the frozen bunny-girl. Her face still locked into an eternal terrified smile.

No.

This wasn’t impossible.

After all, Carol was granted a glimpse.

A glimpse of the true nature of this world.

Ever since that day it guided her every move.

And now...

“And now…”, de Sade smirked cruelly. “What to do with this little failure?”

…

…

.

“Hello, this is Ora.”

“Kyun! Kyun!”

“And this is my pet, Ludo.”

“Kyun! Kyun!”

“Last time was pretty exciting right? Ashley-kun and his friends almost met a bad end at the flippers of some bad penguins! But I think they are on the right track now by checking out the Pirate Ship!”

“Kyun! Kyun!”

“Personally, I hope the mysterious Penguin Mask shows up again. She’s very cool.”

“Kyun! Kyun!”

“Eh, what’s that Ludo ? You want to know more about what happened with Carol-chan instead?”

“Kyun! Kyun!”

“Geez, that’s not something good boys and girls should concern themselves with. Please make sure to only read the Ashley-kun segments alright? The rest is way too naughty for Happy Maids.”

“Kyun! Kyun!”

“Now let us see if Ashley-kun and his friends manage to find the legendary secret treasure of the pirate Queen Captain Vanilla!”

Wush.

…

..

.

Using Megan as their portable air supply, Ashley and friends swam closer to the pirate ship. It looked like a generic wooden sailing ship, intact and well preserved. Clearly put her for purely decorative purposes.

Or so Ashley thought at least. A look through the large windows at the stern of the ship revealed a richly furnished captain’s cabin.

And of course since their “objective” was to find the secret treasure of a pirate captain, that cabin seems the most logical place to start their search.

Finding a place to...heh...enter was easy enough. On the deck was a fairly prominent entrance leading down into the interior. Ashley decided to go first. If there was a trap, it certainly was better if he were the one triggering it. The girls were far too prone to slapstick.

Flup.

And suddenly, Ashley found himself walking in mid air.

“GUAAARGGHH!”

Well, more like falling through mid air!

He stumbled down the few stairs of the decidedly not underwater hallway and slammed hard on the wooden floor below.

“Daddy!”

Letting out a startled gasp, Sahara quickly joined him downstairs. “Are you unharmed?”

Megan seemed equally distressed, although this was more because of the laptop, who fortunately survived the fall without damages.

The master meanwhile let out a pained grunt. Doesn’t look like he broke anything at least. Wow, do miracles never cease?

“Daddy, you simply must exercise more caution”, Sahara chided with a sigh. “Your clumsy antics are prone to cause you serious harm one of these days.”

“Well, excuse me for not knowing that the water suddenly stops”, the master grumbled.

“It is not that strange”, the blonde argued. “Airpockets like these do have a habit of forming in sunken ships.”

No, no, Ashley was pretty sure this was FAR REMOVED from an airpocket!

That said, he remembered the girls encountered something similar during the mini-challenge. The laws of physics just do not apply to this place.

Why couldn’t he end up on a season with a normal hotel? A normal host and a normal harem?

...

Let’s just get that key/treasure and get out of here.

Looking around, he found himself in a cramped hallway that was riddled with doors. Right in front of him was a fancy looking door, presumably leading to the captain's cabin.

There was also a second staircase leading down deeper into the ship.

To his back were the stairs leading back outside.

Where do you wish to go?

Oh wait a minute, that isn’t that kind of story!

Having her laptop secured Megan wasted no time and waltzed straight into one of the side cabins.

“H-hey!”, Ashley could do nothing but run after their errant companion.

Having arrived in what appeared to be a crew cabin, Megan began rummaging through various furniture.

Checking the drawers... nothing but soot

Vases...nothing but soot

Cupboards: Seirogan x13

Bookshelves: Ora part I x1

And trashcan: Tome of Understanding x1

None of the items seemed appropriate or yield anything useful but that didn’t stop Megan from stuffing all sorts of random garbage into her bag (when did she get a bag?)

…

Did that bag just make a munching noise?

Megan let out a gasp and began tossing the stuff back out.

“ARE YOU CRAZY?”, Sahara roared. “I AM NOT GIVEN YOU MY...*

Order received “gib clothes” 2 VP (halved to 1 VP)

Unfortunately for the blonde that order was absolute.

Ashley gulped.

Even more unfortunately was that Sahara currently had only two articles of clothing to her name.

“D-Daddy, d-don’t look…”

With her face utterly red, and hands trembling Sahara began fiddling with the straps of her bikini top.

Of course the master politely looked away(towards a mirror)

After drawing the act out for a few more delicious seconds, Sahara at last removed her bikini top, allowing her prodigiously sized breasts to bounce freely.

...

...

...

...eh?

At least, according to all the laws of gods and men, that should have happened.

…

Why is she wearing two set’s of bikin top’s?

Sahara's relief lasted only for a second. After all the order was clothes.

Plural

As in all her clothes.

As such she had no other choice but went for her bikini bottom next.

forcible strip another contestant +2VP (Megan)

get forcible stripped by another contestant -2VP (Sahara)

Oooooh?

WHERE’S MY NUDITY!

Ashley barely managed himself from screaming that out loud.

Hedhehogstew69: censorship

Hedhehogstew69: chat bubbles ar gone 2

Megan casually typed before feeding the duplicate bikini to her pet sack thing.

…

“Hah…”, Sahara exhaled in relief. “That was far too close! I almost had my body completely exposed to Daddy! That would have been supremely mortifying!”

…

Ashley meanwhile looked just about ready to cry.

“D-daddy?”, Sahara asked with a confused expression. “Are you quite alright.”

Hedhehogstew69: perv

Now, don’t get me wrong.

It’s not that Ashley absolutely wanted to see Sahara naked(yes, he did)

And he is of course happy that she managed to be spared the embarrassment(no,he isn’t.)

And yes, it is true, he saw plenty of nudity since he arrived here.

He saw Sahara’s boobs just this morning in fact.

And yes, Sahara was not even nude down below, she was wearing a chastity belt after all.

But even so.

To have a stripping scene without any actual stripping.

It’s unholy.

A perversion of the natural order of things.

Ashley felt an incredible sense of loss and emptiness in him.

While Ashley lamented the misfortune of his miserable existence, Megan had already left the room and was doing the same thing in the next one over. Really, Ashley never saw the NEET that diligent.

What was even more surprising is that Megan could stuff as much as she wanted into that bag and LUCKILY the bag didn’t demand another clothes sacrifice.

ISN’T THAT GREAT?

While Ashley was suffering, Sahara was quickly running out of patience.

“That is the third copy of that useless book”, the rich blonde huffed after three cabins of the exact same thing. “We should skip these boring chambers and head for the captain’s cabin posthaste!”

In response to that, Megan just gave Sahara a look as if she was crazy.

Hedhehogstew69:that’s advancing the main quest

Hedhehogstew69: Gotta loot everything b4

Hedhehogstew69: imma completionist

“Daddy what in blazes is that silly girl talking about?”

Ashley first responded with a sigh. “There’s no way you have enough space in there for everything, Megan.”

Hedhehogstew69:lol no

Hedhehogstew69:no wrigg limitation

Hedhehogstew69: *weight

Hedhehogstew69: didn’t evnen need a mod (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

And with that “explanation” out of the way, Megan continued her slow, methodical and very tedious search of the ship’s cabins, much to the blonde’s chagrin.Ashley would have helped but the moment he attempted to Megan glared at him like he just committed a hate crime.

Well, fine he can let her do the searching. There’s at least a small chance the key would be hidden in here. Plus, trying to get her to stop was more trouble then it was worth.

And so Megan did exactly that for about half the cabins before she suddenly started hammering on her laptop again.

“W-what now?”, Sahara asked.

Hedhehogstew69:lemme check the wiki

Hedhehogstew69:don’t wanna miss an achievement

…

“I don’t think there is a guide for this”, Ashley said with a very blank stare.

Hedhehogstew69: found it

Wait, seriously?

Hedhehogstew69:Ok...achievements

Hedhehogstew69:where the **** are they? ༼つಠ益ಠ༽つ ─=≡ΣO))

“I uh..don’t think we need to care about that stuff, Megan”, Ashley tried to get things moving but was promptly ignored.

Hedhehogstew69:oh,

Hedhehogstew69:hol up

Hedhehogstew69:nvm

Hedhehogstew69: there called Accolades.

Hedhehogstew69:stupid *** **** name

Hedhehogstew69:do they even show up on gamertag?

Hedhehogstew69:lemme check reaal quick

“Oh for heaven’s sake! Enough already!”,

And there goes Sahara’s patience. She held out surprisingly long actually.

But now she was very quickly stomping out of the chamber and waltzed directly towards the richly decorated entrance of what was almost certainly the captain’s quarters.

“H-hey…”, Ashley tried to stop the determined blonde but he also had to keep an eye on Megan. “Sahara w-wait!”

“It shan’t be a problem, Daddy, I will only be gone for…EEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!”

THAT WAS LITERALLY FIVE SECONDS!

Rushing out the room as fast as he can, Ashley bolted into the Captain’s cabin.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

There he found Sahara held hostage by Ora.

Wearing a pirate uniform.

“Arrrr! Yer aft me treasures be ya mateys? But yer nah gettin' it, yer filthy landlubbers! Nah if I 'ave t' say somethin' about it. I, dat be me, Pirate Queen Cap'n Vanilla! Arrrrr!!!!!!”

…

No.

“I go check after Megan, you two have fun.”

“DADDY! DON’T LEAVE ME WITH THE CRAZY PIRATE LADY!”

“Oh come on!”, Ashley groaned. “Couldn’t it at least be a pirate penguin skeleton or something? This was so predictable!”

“No! This is a super cool cameo for when I finish the Beatrice Route in Subjugation Tournament! I do it any day now, just you wait!”

Ora spit out some gibberish, then cleared her throat.

“Arr-har har har! If ya wants yer Lady Love back, yer gonna 'ave t' duel her fer me, ya dirty bilge rat! Be ya matey enough t' face me, the mighty Cap'n Vanilla? 'n who be dis Penguin Mask ye speak o'? Arrr! Ne'er heard o' her!”!

Ashley blinked.

“Dueling with what? I don’t have a gun.”

Pirate Ora laughed. “Arr! Dat’s nah how PG-13 pirate duels work, ya scurvy dog! Pirate duels be done nah wit' weapons but wit' words!”

Pirate Ora grabbed a mic.

“Arrr, yohoho, cap'n vanilla be me name, piratin' be me game. Arr, ya filthy landlubber, it’s about t' get down! In the ship!”

…

“I’m a Pirate Queen ye see. A wee blue, a wee cool, but on the whole I’d say, super duper.”

...

“Yer, jus' a landlubber, 'n a filthy one too! I swear I make ya swap the deck t' right the wrongs ya did, arrr!”

…

"Take a look at yer clothes. Yer lookin' like a shrimp! And a filthy one too! 'n wha''s dat crown supposed t' prove? Dat yer the salmon cap'n? har! If eaten bigger fishies like ya gangway grub!"

...

“Yarharhara, ya dirty bilge rat, Wha' say ye in response?”

...

“Ok, we’re leaving.”

Ashley grabbed Sahara and dragged her out the cabin.

“Heeeeeeeeey!”

But before they could, the door slammed shut.

“I guess ya don’t wants me treasure then, ye bilge rats? Be ya sure ya can afford dat?”!, Ora grinned widely and dangled a small silver key back and forth.

The key.

There was no question that this was the key they needed.

"Yarharharharhar! That's right! The legendary treasure of the secret Queen Captain Vanilla was me key all along! Arrrr!"

"Yaaarrrr!

"Arrrrr"

"YAAAHHAHAHARRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

...

At this point I would like you to appreciate something.

In the span of less than three hours Ashley was

• kneed in the neck
• put in a shrimp costume
• almost drowned
• was attacked by penguins on three separate occasions.
• fell down a flight of stairs

and above everything else

• was denied free nudity

Something in him snapped.

He turned himself around with a very big smile.

“Alright fine, I play your game, Captain Vanilla."

Ora, oblivious as usual, grinned so wide Ashley almost felt bad.

“Yar. Hit me wit' yer best insult!", Ora said while tossing him the mic. "Show me wha' ya got, ya filthy landlubber! No needs t' hold back, I can take it!"!

Ashley cleared his throat.

"Say Captain Vanilla, this is supposed a kids friendly show, right?"

The captain looked at him in confusion. "Ar?"

Ashley shrugged. "It's just isn't that skirt a bit too short for that? I can see your panties."

"N-No! Those totally weren't panties! I'm not wearing any panties!"

"No underwear?", Ashley raised an eyebrow. "That's definitely not Kids friendly."

"N-No th-that's not what I meant. I...I'm wearing something underneath!"

"Oh?" Ashley made a got it gesture. "Training panties!"

"OBVIOUSLY NOT!"

The master cocked his head. "Say Vanilla, how old are you again?"

"T-that's Captain Vanilla to you! And what's that supposed to mean?"

Ashley shrugged. "I'm just saying, this whole kids stuff, the costumes. That's something a toddler would do."

"I-I'm not a toddler!", the self proclaimed pirate queen fumed. “I swear I make ya walk the plank t' right the wrong ya did!”

“Not an insult, Miss toddler pirate.”

“S-shut up! And don’t call me that!”

Ah, looks like he definitely hit a sore spot there.

“Just come up with one before you mess your diapers”, Ashley countered with a smirk.

"DIAPERS?", Vanilla opened her eyes in shock. "I don't wear diapers! Arrrrrr!!!!!!! I’m wearing mature pink panties! Check the image again if you don’t believe me! I’m super mature and grown up!”

“Is that why you are dressed like a toddler pirate?”

“STOP CALLING ME A TODDLER!”

Ashley sighed and shook his head. “What’s wrong with calling a ******, little brat a ******, little brat?"

Ora was now trembling. "DON'T CALL ME THAT EITHER!"

Hah, this is too easy.

"There, there", Ashley smiled smugly and patted the furious brat on the head. "Don't make a mess now. Big Bro can play with you for a bit."

"Eh?"

“What did you just say?”

Oh, now that’s a reaction!

Time to double down!

“That’s what this really is all about, right? You’re just a lonely little girl starved for attention, aren't you? Probably never had any friends or siblings to play with.”

...

"Can't really blame them", Ashley sighed. "You're far too much of a brat to tolerate for long. It's ok though. Big Bro will buy you some penguin candy later, if you behave."

....

...

...

…

Oh...Oh ****.

“All I wanted was to have a cute super wholesome pirate adventure”, the angry toddler growled. “You could have gotten the key and everyone would have been happy! Was that really so much to ask for? I made it super easy for you, too!”

...

With the way Cherry and everyone treated her, Ashley kinda forgot that this ******, , little brat due to some cosmic joke of the universe, was an all powerful Toddler Goddess or something.

“STOOP CAAAAALLLIIIIIIIIIIING ME THAAAAAAAT!!!!”

The sheer intensity of the toddler’s anger made the glass in the cabin crack.

****, this is quickly turning from bad to worse! The shitty little brat can read minds so he needs to stop thinking about her as a toddler.

“D-Daddy!”, "Sahara cut in. "C-cease calling the diaper filling rug rat a toddler! It makes her most cranky! You have to be nice with her! Just treat her like you would your own little sister!”

…

“AAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

HOLY ****!!!!!!!!!

The sheer intensity of the water caused Ashley and Sahara to be smashed against the far side of the cabin.

The last thing Ashley saw was the ruins of the pirate captain’s desk rushing up towards him.

Squish.

---

Happy Maids

Credits Roll

Ashley Pompadour, 22 the unlikely chosen

Ashley was crushed to death as the flying Penguin collapsed and died immediately.

Sahara Marvelous,20 the disagreeable heiress

Sahara was crushed to death as the flying Penguin collapsed and died immediately.

Megan Watson, 25, aloof enigma

Megan Watson was stuck in a treasure chest in the hold. She survived the collapse of the flying penguin but was unable to get out and died of dehydration two days later. She was 25

Madame Pensade, 42

continued her successful opera career. Her shows are always sold out.

Nero penguin, the fourth, 39

Would live to the ripe old age of 56 before his own son overthrew and killed him in a palace coup

Punk Penguin A, 22

Moved back to his childhood village and married his male best friend

Punk Penguin B, 21

Opened a very successful restaurant. His Takiyaki tempura combo is particularly beloved

Punk Penguin C, 22

Died of salmon overdose at Age 25

Morgan Freeman, 89

Was paid handsomely for his vocal talent. He continues his work as a narrator for harem hotel seasons to this day.

Fukuro-kun, age: 6 months, lewd bag of holding

Remained at the side of his mistress until her final moment. Retired from being a bag of holding and went into politics. He would later become the first bag of holding to hold the office of Prime Minister.

Penguin Mask, ???, the black and white avenger

After the collapse of the flying penguin, Penguin Mask resumed her fight against the Black Swan guild of assassins. Her ultimate fate is unknown.

Captain Vanilla, 25, the legendary Pirate Queen

While hit hard by the loss of her beloved ship, Captain Vanilla would ultimately make a full recovery. She would later be given the title of Pirate Empress. She terrorizes the penguin aquarium to this day

Ludo, 30457, beloved pet

Kyun Kyun!

Ora,∞,cool and mature voyager witch

Remained furious for the rest of the day. It was only after her butler delivered a certain request from the ghost season that she perked up again and revived Ashley and his friends before bed time.

Thank you so much for watching!

And remember...

as long as there is adventure in the world.

The maids will always be happy!

Fin.

(Happy Maid ended up getting canceled after a successful run of two episodes.)

…

..

.

People hit with the blade of evil’s bane are not unconscious during their freeze period, merely unable to move.

This was of course a stable, as far as Harem Hotel’s most vicious eliminations go and even the brat in her stupidity would not dare go against that tradition.

At a glance, it almost seems she did something right for once.

However, rather than letting the contestant experience the maddening sensation of being a statue to their full extent, the host had opted to show mercy.

A charm was currently active on Carol that calmed her mind down just enough to make her stay as statue tolerable. For the frozen contestants, this would be annoying, boring and perhaps humiliating but they would come out of it without excessive suffering.

Unfortunately for Miss Summers. That charm did not account for de Sade’s aura of fear, which was more than capable of negating it.

The terror, Carol Summers was feeling right now was without a doubt supreme.

“You foolish, foolish girl”, de Sade spoke as, impossibly, a black, misty tentacle was slithering up Carol’s leg. “I showed you a glimpse into the true nature of this world and you still chose treason?”

The tentacle had reached her nether region, hovered there for a terrifying second before slithering higher.

Of course, there was no reaction. Outwardly at least.

It really highlights the host’s ineptitude. When it comes to punishments such as this, there has to be some manners of noticing the victims anguish. Even something as simple as movement of the eyes can convey so much.

As it was, there was no reaction even as her tentacle was slowly constricting itself around Carol’s neck like a snake.

De Sade drew out her caresses, made no attempt to hasten things along. Torture is a dish best served slowly.

“I suppose all you are good for now is a lesson”, her former teacher mused. “A lesson that Mr. Pompadour is not capable of protecting his harem.”

She wondered what this would do to the other contestants and more importantly the master.

Her tentacle reached higher still, leaving its slimy residue all over Carol’s body, before hovering briefly at her mouth.

And this time, it plunged inside.

With Carol being frozen, there was no gag reflex so de Sade’s tentacle had an easy time penetrating far deeper than normal.

“Normally, this would suffocate you”, de Sade informed her plaything. “But since you do not need to breathe that is a non issue.”

Still, the human mind is a curious thing. Even if there is no reason to breathe, the sensation of suffocating remains.

De Sade moved her tentacle up and down in a piston like movement. Penetrating ever deeper.

Suffocating was not a problem but even so she had to take some...care with this. Injuring another contestant was against the rules and would invoke a penalty.

It is not that de Sade particularly cared about the arbitrary rules their idiot host has conjured up but some standards had to be adhered.

Still, it wasn’t all pain and suffering for Miss Summers. The bunny suit’s effect was very much still affecting her, ensuring she stays nice and aroused even while frozen.

It might be the one thing preventing her from going mad.

“Compared to your namesake, this is paradise”, de Sade sneered as her tentacle was stroking her intestines. “A pity I was not invited to that wedding, I would have loved to see the portrait in person. One of her finest acts before the light claimed her.”

The memory soured her mood and de Sade removed her tentacle. Having no reaction to this torture was spoiling all the fun.

There were no signs that anything happened to the frozen bunnygirl, beyond the slimy residue coating her body of course.

Really now, what was even the point of this episode? An arrangement of haphazardly thrown together set pieces with no rhyme or reason. Nothing in it was of any value whatsoever.

Any host worth their salt would have skipped over this useless nonsense.

De Sade elegantly raised from the sofa and went over to her captive. With a known smirk she bent forward and placed a kiss on her lips. The kiss then devolved into a long lick across Carol’s face.

“I suppose the least I can do to bring some value to this episode is to fill the pot”

The purple haired woman declared before plunged her tongue into the smiling mouth of Carol, forcefully gaining entry. While doing so, she made sure to bite down on Carol’s lips.

None of these actions were particularly erotic. The purpose was strictly transactional.

CHOMP +1VP (doubled to 2 VP)

CHOMP -1 VP (doubled to -2VP)

kissed another contestant +0.5VP(doubled to 1VP)

kissed another contestant(tongue) +1VP(doubled to 2 VP)

Dominated another contestant +3 VP (doubled to 6 VP)

Submitted to another contestant-3 VP Doubled to 6 VP)

licked another contestant +0.5 VP (Doubled to 1 VP)

get licked by another contestant +0.5 VP

It was a shame, but without her hands, de Sade’s ability to obtain points was drastically limited. There was also an anti bullying rule in place, that prevented excessive points farming in this manner.

“There will be more time for this later”, the purple haired menace teacher promised. “Treasure those last final days. Beyond them, there is only the void."

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“Who’s a good girl? You are, yes you are!”

“WAN-WAN!”

Shizuka was happily playing with Liz.

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END OF EPISODE REPORT:

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Make out to get out!

Force two contestantsinto hot PG-13 smooching action, by making that the only way to separate themselves. We have a catalog of escalating options:

Handholding Menu: 200 BP

The contestants are forced to hold hands(they can choose which hand) for a maximum of six hours. They can only break free beforehand if they touch next base share a consensual kiss!

Buttholding Menu: 300 BP

Same as before but with butts! How lewd!

Fondle Fondle Grope Grope: 400 BP

The contestants have to grab each others breasts! Yes! Both of them! At the same time! It’s the super ultra lewd lovey dovey special! Once again a kiss releases them.

Add-on purchases:

In addition, you may purchase the following extras:

Passionate Upgrade: 50 BP

This will force the lucky girls to make that kiss super passionate! No small peck will suffice! This will be the super true lovers experience. (Kinda mandatory purchase, really)

Smooching block: 1 BP

Kissing is all well and good, but you don’t want them to think they are easy women. Add a smooching block to your purchase to make sure they are truly ready for love! One block lasts for 1 Minute. Can be purchased multiple times.

Time extension: 100 BP

If you think six hours won’t do the trick, just force them together for longer! 1 additional hour costs 100 BP. Reminder that this will be a wasted purchase if the contestant do end up kissing before the time extension is applied. Can be purchased multiple times.

eye-gazing lock: 100 BP

Eye contact is super important. This addon will ensure the two lovebirds will only have eyes for each other.

compliment sandwich: 50 BP

This will force one contestant of your choice to make a genuine compliment to the other before smooching can start. Must be applied with caution.

shared secret: 100 BP

set another condition that one of the contestants will have to share a secret with the other before smooching can start. Secret must be of appropriate intensity to count. Please be aware that the audience might not necessarily be made privy to the secret. Can be purchased once for each contestant

Smooch extension: 60 BP

You think a single kiss is not enough? Fine! Purchase additional kisses for 60 BP each.

sexy costume: 200 BP

Put the two into a sexy costume for your viewing pleasure, I mean to get them more in the mood. Costume will be picked based on availability

EUF Lovers: 300 BP

Nothing makes you fall more in love than shared embarrassment(probably) This will force their contestant to be in their underwear, during their stay together. Please note that this will temporarily override any contradicting transformations

ENF Lovers: 600 BP

Same as before but nekkid

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VP and BP standing:

1) hotel jester: Kikki Peshkova: 65.25VP 5967 BP (16 Spanks, 160 BP, to be awarded)

2) Doggie: Liz Sinclair: 30.25 VP 175 BP

3) Hag: Miss de Sade: 29.5 VP 3200 BP

4) nude nurse: Shizuka Hayabusa: 25.5 VP 168 BP (962 BP collateral, outstanding debt: 3038 BP, 1 BE smoke,500 BP to be awarded)

5) Devotee: Carol Summers: 24 VP 320 BP

6) Cowslut: Dahlia Black: 18.5 VP 4598 BP

7) NEET: Megan Watson: 8.25 VP 322 BP

8) Daddy's girl: Sahara Marvelous: -8.75 VP 2212 BP

pot: -27 Victory points

total: 165.25 Victory Points

Character Bio's(post first transformations)

Rules and regulations