Diaochan’s Episode

While the rest of the competition wandered out to the shuttle to find their targets, Diaochan's maids spread out through the lodge to accomplish their own mission. Xi Shi's eyes were drawn to Erica who'd camped out on a couch and seemed to be waiting for something. Xi thought this was worth keeping her eye on, so stayed out of sight, and waited. At first it was nothing but dull moments, and blank spaces, but patience is rewarded more often than not.

First Xi was rewarded by seeing Erica give a very friendly greeting to some girl she'd never seen. Neither player, nor host, nor a member of the crew. One of the faceless drones in the lodge? She thought this was reward enough, but Erica had more to give. She and her friend, along with that ghost, all went to the front counter and gave its red-headed attendant a key, which he used to open a lock box, which had a message for her.

"What is that little dyke up to?" Xi wondered to herself. She was tempted to step closer, the three of them were talking quite excitedly, but she did not dare. Whatever this secret was, it's clear they wanted to keep it that way and were on the lookout for spies just like her.

Diaochan curiously wandered through the dorm of her summoner. What a strange little place, fliers, and women everywhere. Her PA directed her to the right room which she gave a gentle little knock. There was a whiteboard on the door with various messages. Feeling a tad playful Diaochan takes the marker and jots down a few bits of calligraphy before the door is opened up.

Her call is answered by a, tear-stricken student, who had a wadded-up ball of tissues in her hand. She's a pretty young black girl, with a golden eyebrow piercing.

Diaochan nodded like a sage. “I see I’ve come to the right place.”

Skylar Berk

Vengeful Woman

“Hey, I’m Skylar, I’m 19 and am going to LSU to get a degree in education.”

“Your name is Skylar? That’s so crazy!”

“Why?”

“My name is Skylar!”

“Oh, Um cool.”

“So Skylar, why are you out here seeking ****?”

“That bitch Regan Nance stole my boyfriend from me! She got him drunk at one of his frat parties and blew him on the couch in front of everyone!”

“Yikes.”

“So I want her to pay!”

“You seem angry.”

“Hell yeah, I’m angry.”

“We’ve got just the girl for you.”

“Did you hear that our king tried to **** herself on the master last night?” Xi Shi had a hand on her hip, and the other on the back of Yang’s head. She was naked except for the strapon she was wearing. Yang was likewise in the nude. Diaochan and Wang we’re on either side of her, rubbing their breasts agains her body dutifully.

“Oh yes.” Wang hummed as she rubbed herself against her companions. “I spotted him and Cleopatra in the lounge afterwards. They seem to have gotten quite close over the affair.”

Diaochan matched her companion's humming as Yang began to **** on Xi’s rubber dick. She rubbed the back of her head. “Breath, breath, let the gagging subside.” She went on. “With the buffet open, and her opening herself up to the displeasure of the master, Nzinga’s not looking like she’s in a good position.” She looked to the gagging Yang. “Have you been watching the show?”

Xi let go of Yang. With one final gag the woman pulled her head free, a thick line of spit dribbling from the town, down her throats and tits. She gasped for breath, and once she gathered herself she spoke. “Yes, I finished season one yesterday, and am starting on the Love Boat Season today.”

“Excellent. Once this challenge is over, we'll reconsider just how strong Nzinga's hand really is. Wang it’s your turn.”

The somber concubine nodded. “Too bad, Yang here was having such fun.” She dipped her fingers into the dark-skinned girl’s dripping snatch. “Hmm? Princess Pain Slut.”

Yang whined and nodded.

Diaochan just guided Wang’s mouth to Xi’s waiting dick. “Regardless of our enjoyment, if the master wishes to deepthroat you, then you must be prepared.”

Xi grinned. “Yeah your majesty, learning how to give a little head won’t kill you.”

Diaochan giggled. “I don’t know what you're smiling about Xi. When she’s done, you’re going to practice on her next.”

Xi gulped and looked down into the sadistic eyes of her teammate. “I’ll um…” she gulped. “I’ll be gentle.”

Stan nervously made his way down to the theater. People waved and smiled at him. Clueless to the game he was trapped in, or who he was. Tonight marked middle age for him. What a life. Part of him wanted to scream out for them to help, to get him out of here, but Skylar had told him enough to know they weren't going to be of any help. So he waved back, he wasn't exactly real either. He didn't want to hold it against them, even if they were husks of human beings, what did it cost to be kind?

"Greetings master." One of the wraths greeted him at the door to the theater. To his shame he didn't know which one. But she was wearing a pretty red dress, and had her hair tied up with a comb. "We've been expecting you." She bows, and pulls the curtain back, allowing him inside.

The tables inside have all been stacked away and put up, There's just a simple pile of pillows awaiting him near the stage, around which sits various small tables with liquors, and do-dads for his entertainment. The Wrath lead him to the table, where another one was waiting for him on her knees. He was sat down on a pillow, as the kneeling Wrath went to work taking off his shoes and socks and began to massage his body.

"Master." Said the standing woman. "Tonight's dinner will be a sampling of finger foods prepared by our own Xi." She gestured to the liquors not far away. "What will sir have for his drink?"

"Umm..." He smiled sheepishly. "A Dr. Pepper?"

She bows. "Of course sir, I shall fetch it now. Please enjoy Yang as you choose."

Stan felt the young woman working his muscles with the skill of a goddess. Everything was just melting away at her touch. "That's fantastic." He sighed, closing his eyes.

"You flatter your **** sir." She says warmly. "How was the master's day?"

He shrugs, again feeling embarrassed. Satan might have been a master, he might have even had a day, but he was just Stan. "To be honest, I kind of just wait around watching T.V until these dates. I just sit there dreading what's to come."

Yang pouted. "Master truly lives with burdens none of us could imagine." She kisses his neck and his dick immediately throbs. "The lodge has many amenities, perhaps tomorrow Master could go out and enjoy them." She presses her breasts against his back, and she continues to rub his days away. "As for tonight you have nothing to dread. We four only wish to please you... and if we displease you." She brought her lips to his ear. "This **** will gladly take your punishment."

Lightning bolts ran down his back.

"A Dr. Pepper for the Master," Wang announces making her return which a chalice of that sweet water of life. She nods towards Yang who stands up. "We go to fetch your food master, we'll be but a moment."

The two head off, and Stand is left alone for just a minute. She spends his time sipping from his chalice and feeling the fabric on the edge of the pillows. If nothing else these women liked to keep him on his toes. Each one had been different, the wraths, by far putting in the most effort so far. Maybe they were right? If he only had four days to live, it was kind of sad to just spend it in his room. Maybe someone would want to hang out with him tomorrow.

When they returned Yang and Wang were carrying a short table, they set down in front of Stan. On this table, laid a woman, with short hair, and an apple in her mouth. When he looked down at her, Xi raised her eyebrows comedically. He smiled as he examined her body, which was covered with food. Little finger sandwiches cut into triangles, dumplings, egg rolls, slices of brie, mushrooms, and more. They were lined up along her body in intriguing patterns, along with lines of sauces, making quite the art piece.

Stan was sporting a full woody now, and giddy as a schoolboy. "Hmm." He looked the girls over, and all the treats. "What does the chef suggest?"

Xi, gagged by the apple, propped up one of her tits, which was stopped with chocolate mousse, whipped cream, and a slice of strawberry. Wang smacked her playfully. "No. Dessert goes last." She kneeled down on a pillow. "Master I will gladly feed you if you don't wanth to choose.

He laughs nervously. "I can feed myself." He grabs a small sandwhich, and runs it along a yellowish sauce, enjoying the smear it left on Xi's skin.

Yang cuddles up next to him. "How was Master's date with Erica?"

"Oh." He wasn't sure he should tell them. If nothing else so as not to hurt Erica. "It was fine. We had a lot of fun."

"Did she do anything that was particularly pleasing to you that we may replicate?" Wang rubbed his chest with her arm, careful not to get in the way as he reached for more food.

"Umm." He tried to imagine these three being as casual and easy going as Erica was the night before. "No I don't think so. Her charm is her own. Besides, I like what you're doing right now."

"Very much so it seems." Yang purred and gave his cock a very deliberate stroke through his pants. "Might we begin to pleasure you?"

Stan moaned. "N-not while I'm eating."

"Of course." Yang removed her hand. Her ears suddenly pricked up. "Your entertainment is prepared." She gestures to the stage. "A show to go with your meal."

The lights come up on a shiloette of Diochan, her dark shadow highlighted against a pink fabric. Slowly the curtains raise, and she steps out, poised as the swan. Soft erotic music begins to play, and it animates her like a marionette. It is an astonishing display of grace, and skill, clearly honed through years of mastery. Her limbs and movement show complete control of her body, as she performs her dance, her face showing emotions and animation, clearly enunciating a story told only with her body. Then gradually as she moved about, her belt unraveled, then a layer of clothing was shed, and another, and another until like a butterfly she stood naked on the stage, simply contorting and twisting her body, so artfully he hardly even thought about bending her over in similar ways, and fucking her like that.

"Master you've stopped eating," Wang whispered to him, as he gawked at Diaochan's dance.

Yang nodded and leaned over to his other ears. "Does that mean you're prepared to receive pleasure?"

Stan was helpless to their advances as their paired hands pressed agaisnt him, and began to slide over his body, down his stomach, along his thighs, his cock twitching with need. The only real choice was to nod, and let them have their way.

It did not take much seduction for Diaochan to realize that Skylar's boyfriend was an eager cheater. Skylar had thought too much of him, he'd hardly been drunk at all, when he received that blow job. Alas, he'd made his decision. Now the frat house was having another party, and she had Skylar all dressed up for it.

"I... I just still can't believe he'd do that to me."

"Believe it." Diaochan, applied one more layer of lipstick to her. "You head in there and break things off with him. Then return to your dorm and find the basement."

Skylar looked hesitant. "I... I can't. I'm just going to do it over text I..."

Diaochan touched the girl's shoulder and looked her in the eye. Skylar stiffened seeing the beauty's eyes dyed blood red. "Go in there, and give him what he deserves."

Skylar nodded, exhaling from her nostrils like a bull. "That bastard! He's lucky I'm not going to shove my heels up his ass!"

The beauty nodded. "Very good. See you soon."

She sent Skylar on her way. The college student ripped her boyfriend a new asshole. She screamed, threw beer bottles, and had him pale as a sheet. All he could do at her unstoppable **** of swear words and accusations was curl up on the couch and wait for it to end. No one dared get in her way. The crowd watched on with half-amused faces, as they filmed him shrinking under the heat of her tongue lashing.

When she was finally done with him she let one last. "Fuuuuuck!" Fly from her lips, and she marched out.

All he could do was wait for her to be far out the door before he stood up and yelled. "Yeah, well, I'm dumping you! You crazy bitch!"

An act of Bravado which no one fell for. The party goes just hurled their red plastic cups at him and went about their business.

"That was incredible!" Skylar was a ball of exuberance, and even the dorm's dank, and dirty basement couldn't keep her spirits down. "I just ripped in to him ya know. It felt so good to get all of that off my chest!"

"I bet." Diao looked like a proud mother. "But your triumph is not yet complete." She handed Skylar a leather flog.

"What's this?"

"A tool," Diaochan said simply, then opened up a door they were standing in front of. It was dark inside the abandoned room. There were a few desks stacked up around the edges, and spider webs by the dozens. But at the center of it, with her head and arms stuck in a pillory was a naked woman. "For discipline."

Skylar gasped, as she saw the naked beast in front of her. "Is that..." She couldn't tell who this woman was, her face was obscured by a leather hood.

Casually Diaochan entered the room, placing her hand on the girl's skinny butt, causing the victim to jump in fright. "Oh yes. You've already taken away your ex's manhood." Diaochan wandered over to Skylar. With a silky motion she took off her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. "Now you just have to teach this one, the dangers of sleeping with unfaithful men." Next, it was her bra, and then her pants and the rest.

"No." Skylar whispered standing in a puddle of her clothing. "I thought she'd gotten him drunk, she's innocent... this is too much."

"Come on." Diaochan insisted, her hand sailed down Skylar's body, and petted her wet lips. "You're dripping. You know it's right. You know she deserves it." Her other hand ran it's nails along Skylar's sides. "She'll do it again, if you don't teach her better."

"No, this is wrong." Skylar bit her lip. She could not stop visions of her abusing that ass from her mind. She ran her finger along the texture of the flog, so utterly erotic and powerful.

Diaochan's brand began to glow. "That's why it's going to feel so good."

Again Skylar exhaled like a bull and gripped the flog tight in her hand. "You bitch!" She shouted, taking a step toward the bound girl. She let her hand fly, and the flog spread it's leathery tendrils across her target's ass.

The girl arched her back and moaned. Half in pain and half in pleasure.

"You fucking bitch! Sucking off anyone who looks hard, huh?"

Diaochan took a seat on the floor and watched with great interest as Skylar began to **** her target. Her flog did didn't not stop until there were welts on that ass, and there wasn't a single person in that room displeased with the results. It was clear that every whack, ever smack of agony, was ecstasy to Skylar, and her victim. Both were red, panting and dripping onto the dusty tiles below. Diaochan reckoned that if she were further along the road to corruption the two would be able to cum from this little session, but alas. All it got them, was wet and hysterical. Woozy with lust, and the excitement of transgression.

"Yeah, yeah fuck you." Skylar panted, not quite sure what she was saying ten minutes into the beating. She was out of breath and exhausted, eyes fixed on the cherry red backside, the lines of raised flesh, the drip drip drip of a truly needy pussy. "Fuck your ass looks hot like that."

Diaochan nodded her agreement, though neither could see her. She too was dripping from the scene, almost disappointed that she wasn't the one receiving Skylar's wrath. "Women are alwasy prettier once they learn their place."

Skylar looked back at her and smiled, She held the flog in her hand, and shook it as if appreciating its weight for the first time. "Yeah... yeah, I can see that."