Night with Master

Gabriella looked herself over in the mirror. Not exactly the most...elegant formal evening wear, but she was betting it'd get the job done. Now if only she could do something with her hair... She pursed her lips, staring at the long, disobedient tresses with a glare that made her cheer squad hop to in the past...even Syn and Crystal. She wanted something classy, like a stylish updo that could be pulled down for...dramatic effect, but layering such an intricate style was proving to be more time consuming than she wanted, her pursed lips still needed the right shade of color- she was definitely going to take FULL advantage of her Cockus Transformation. The damn thing has been such a nuisance for her, she almost swallowed one of her hair ties earlier! It was time for it to start being useful and getting her some fucking points.

Gabriella forced herself to calm down, getting upset early would just make the night harder. Getting upset later...well that was kinda the plan. Latin Blood, still kinda racist name if she was being honest, was even more annoying than Cockus, though it wasn't quite as debilitating, but at least it would make having sex with her former teacher a LOT easier. At least she wasn't upset just thinking about how many strangers were seeing her in her underwear anymore... Why didn't that bother her? Whatever. At least these were hers and not something Nymeera saddled her with along with those ridiculous slut outfits! She refused to call them "cheerleader uniforms" as such a concession was a disgrace to the sport!

Damn...was she really going to have sex with him like this? Gabriella almost slapped herself. Second thoughts? Now? No, that wasn't who she was! When Gabriella Neuman decided to play the game, she played to win. Second guessing herself, doubting herself, throwing herself a pity party because things were fucked...that wasn't the Neuman way. Her mother taught her that. Suki might hold the "Cheer Captain" (in name only) title right now, but she and Gabriella couldn't be more different in their tactics. Suki thought that going last was best because of some psychology thing to be more cemented in the audiences' minds, but Gabriella understood that if you want to make an impact you have to grab any chance you get by the throat and purge yourself of all hesitation. Being remembered wasn't about being smartest, or fastest, or even best. It was about being the most decisive when the chips were down.

Gabriella started to work on her hair, every sultry strand put perfectly into place. It would be layered to drop at the pull of a pin, like a grenade she could unleash to bring Damien's pants to the floor. She ignored how her tongue slipped out of her mouth to lick at her lips without her consent. She was busy making herself into a sex bomb that could put any man on his back, and there was no way she'd let any of those purple foxes touch her. She'd do this on her own, Nymeera wasn't going to pull that shit again.

KNOCK KNOCK

Who was knocking on her door? Right, Victoria would be coming over to swap rooms since she was Bottom Bitch and Gabriella would be away in the Master's Suite. Gabriella shivered a little at the thought... Really, all these arousing transformations were a bit much. If Nymeera wanted them all ready for sex at a moment's notice why was she the only one collecting them like stamps? Gabriella rolled her eyes and suppressed her anger as best she could, very much NOT thinking about inviting the slutty fox bitch in for a kinky bondage show that would let her work out a therapeutically relevant amount of stress.

"One moment," she called out to Victoria, or was it Vicky now? Either way she was glad she wasn't going to be the one stuck all night in a room with her. Let Syn deal with THAT hot mess.

"Hi bitch," the devil herself preened like the cat that ate the canary. "Nice undies, you planning on something special tonight?" she asked, looking so fucking smug Gabriella could already feel her nipples hardening...from rage, obviously! Wait...was she wearing PANTS? Real, actual pants?! How the fuck did she get that!

"For your information these are what I was teleported here with thanks for minding your own business. Spending money on clothes again? You can't have much left, not that you had much to begin with..."

"Oh this? You like it? It's from my Dressed for Suck-cess collection. Turns out I don't have to spend anything on clothes, unlike some people who have one set of underwear to use. Hope you washed it...or maybe Mr. Carter's into that, hmm?" Gabriella noticed Syn's hips wiggle when she used Damien's title, but it made her angry that it didn't seem to affect her speech at all. In fact it was getting her pretty steamy- err steamed that Syn's slut closet included clothes that seemed passably wearable in public!

"How does that make sense? Aren't those clothes supposed to make you look like a whore? Or are you such a whore already that it doesn't matter what you wear?" Uh oh... Gabriella realized she was getting really turned on, her nipples were poking through her bra and her pussy was tingling so much she thought she might start dry humping the air if she wasn't careful. Was she really getting that upset just from seeing Syn?

"What do you mean Gabby? You should know better than anyone that bitches in suits are the biggest whores out there..." Syn licked her lips in a highly distracting way. It made Gabriella wanna suck on that slutty red tongue of hers... Oh fuck...she was remembering the other part of Syn's Dressed for Suck-cess transformation! Her clothes weren't just for show, they also affected arousal! Damn that stupid fox! Why was every god damn thing in this hotel trying to get her to spread her legs!

"Whatever! Just leave me alone, I'm busy getting ready for...something." Gabriella almost spilled the beans! She was so distracted by Syn's arousing presence she almost told her about her night with Damien! Gabriella turned away, heading back into their room to get dressed. Syn's Master's Mistress transformation was the REAL issue, not Dressed for Suck-cess. Gabriella needed to remember that.

"You mean getting ready for your night with Damien?" Syn asked with a venomous tone that made Gabriella's blood run cold. She turned back around, Syn still in the doorway. "That's right, I already know, despite your efforts to keep me in the dark. Really now Gabby, waiting until I was on my date before bringing up such an important topic with everyone? Kind of a bitch move...

"You didn't..."

"Oh I absolutely did. Just finished clearing it with Nymeera actually. Good news, you don't have to worry about what you're wearing, because you don't get to go anywhere tonight, and every night this whole week. I believe that was made very clear during Nymeera's explanation."

Gabriella saw red. "You fucking bitch!" she shouted, running at Syn, ready to slap the smug grin off her face! ...only to find herself right back in the room as soon as she tried to pass through the doorway.

"Whoa, that was weird. Guess you're under house arrest till I get back," Syn said with a smirk and a shrug. "That said...I really don't wanna lose this nice suit. Now...let's see if I remember my transformation's rules..." Syn stepped into the room, right within slapping range. Gabriella raised her hand and brought it down swiftly...only for Syn to snatch her arm out of the air and push her back against the nearest wall, her sultry body pressing erotically against Gabriella's, her massive tits obvious against Gabriella's flushed skin as she pressed in close. Lips inches away...millimeters...fuck she was so fucking hot...

"Muah!"

Gabriella found, to her immense shame, her body melting against the wall as Syn's skilled tongue slipped into her mouth, her own treacherous lips parting instantly to suck on the intruder. Her traitorous throat letting out a needy little moan as Syn's hand, the one not pinning her arm to the wall, slipped under the waistband of Gabriella's panties and started to rub. Damn it...she was so wet already... Her own Latin Blood transformation, combined with Syn's Dressed for Suck-cess aura was overwhelming her. Her hips were grinding in pathetic little circles, eager for more friction, more stimulation. Fuck she wanted to cum. She needed it so bad right now. If Syn was gonna fuck her over, the least she could do was make her cum as compensation...

"There we go..." Syn purred, sliding away from Gabriella's body and making a show of licking her perfect red lips. "I think that should be sexual enough to fulfill the clothing's condition. What do you think Gabby? Was that a sexual act to you?"

"F-fuck you..."

"Mmm sorry sweetie. If I make you cum while I'm in this suit, it rips and I get stuck with the bill," Syn preened, her voice a condescending sickly sweet. "But don't worry, now you have plenty of time to do whatever you want while I...entertain our lovely Master. I assure you, neither of us will be thinking about you at all," Syn said, her voice suddenly changing into a sharp, cutting tone as she moved away from the still heavily panting Gabriella and into their shared room.

All Gabriella could do was watch as Syn stripped right in the middle of the room, her suit disappearing in a flash of purple as soon as it hit the floor, before bending over, still fully nude, to pick out something else.

"Now, I can't use anything from my transformation tonight... I fully intend on things getting...messy, if you catch my drift," Syn bragged, looking over at Gabriella who suddenly realized she was staring and looked away, blushing hotly. Syn smirked before turning back to the drawers, looked at the three outfits she had in there, and smiled like an evil villainess about to monologue her evil plan. "Oh yes...this is perfect."

Who'd have thought Gabriella would be praying for Victoria to come save her...

Damien was pacing nervously in his room, which frankly was ridiculous. He was 40 years old, current fox magic altered appearance notwithstanding, there was no reason for him to be nervous about a planned rendezvous with a woman for sex...even if it was Gabriella, right after their very magical date together. It wasn't like he was a virgin, though it had been...some time since he'd been in a serious relationship... ...He was just having a hell of a time reconciling the idea of having sex with someone in an environment like...well like Harem Hotel. Obviously this was neither of their choice, and Damien couldn't fathom that Gabriella would ever actually seek him out for sex if not for the show's...coercion, to put it mildly, but also...there was an audience that'd be presumably watching, and judging, their performance.

Oh god... They'd be ranking each night wouldn't they? What if Damien made a mess of things for Gabriella because he got too nervous? What if he couldn't perform? Was he just playing into the show's coercion by trying to do everything he could to help Gabriella get to 100 VP? Was any of it ethical at all?

...

Actually that was quite an interesting question. The show's very nature, earn the Master's favor through sexual means, implied that appeasing the audience with sexual acts and shows would likely be nothing but beneficial for the "Contestants," even though none of them were here by choice and wouldn't choose to do this freely. So did that mean it was ethical to "play along" despite the fact that he was taking advantage of the situation to gratify himself sexually? If it meant a notable benefit to the party doing the sexual gratification? Whose consent was only 'acquired' at gunpoint? Or would it be more ethical to refuse to participate in the system at all, and incur Nymeera's wrath, knowing that the consequences would be far more dire and disagreeable than mere sex for points? Quite a headscratcher actually...would it be wrong of him to keep notes and publish a book on the moral philosophy of forced harem gameshows after all of this was over?

A knock sounded at the door, and Damien, embarrassingly, wondered who it could be for a moment before hurriedly straightening himself up and hurrying to the door in three long strides. This new height of his could be pretty handy sometimes... He opened the door, preparing to greet Gabriella cordially and elegantly, gesturing toward the small table with wine and a vase of roses he'd set up beforehand when...

"Hey there Mr. Carter..." Syn purred in a throaty tone that went from his ears straight down his spine and into his cock. "Can you help me with my homework? It's soooo hard."

Damien was stunned...in more ways than one. Syn was CERTAINLY not who he was expecting, and her current outfit was distracting in a whole other way.

"Syn?" Damien exclaimed, his mouth working before his brain managed to catch up. "What are you..." he trailed off as Syn shifted slightly, the movement causing her outfit, and body IN said outfit, to slowly creep into his vision. A powerful thrill went through his body as he could feel the blood rushing along his veins, hear it roaring past his ears, feel the pulse run along his spine, his hands shaking as he was spiked with adrenaline. His body instinctively knew exactly what was going to happen, and it was preparing him for it instantly.

"That's a good look Professor," Syn purred, her tone dripping hot sex into his ears, forcing more blood out of his brain and down his body. Suddenly he was reminded of their date, which felt soooo long ago, and how he'd been teased and denied and edged. No longer did that feel like a playful coyness, or bratty blue balling... No he'd been set up for this moment, primed to fall to her charms... And oh my God were those charms potent. "Aren't you gonna let me cum inside? I'd be happy to return the favor..."

"Fuck me..." Damien breathed out, feeling helpless as Syn strutted into his room, brushing past him unnecessarily, and licking her lips seductively.

"Gosh Professor, that's so forward. I'm just an innocent little schoolgirl, brought up to her sexy Professor's bedroom all alone... Whatever are you thinking of doing to me?"

The blatant ridiculousness of that statement was almost enough to ruin the seduction and send Damien into a laughing fit...

But his neurons were too busy firing elsewhere to make such a big deal about it... Seeing Syn casually stripping off her shirt, barely covering anything anyway, was such an intentionally erotic act that his heart actually skipped a beat. Suddenly it all dawned on him that this was really going to happen! He was going to have sex with his former student, again, practically live on camera like some porno sex tape they were making! The scent of her was filling his nostrils, something dark and sweet, like chocolate, and making him hard. He'd already cleaned up in preparation for this night, but now all of that seemed completely irrelevant. He wanted her like a beast in heat wants a mate, and she not only knew it, she was orchestrating it.

"Cat got your tongue Professor?" Syn continued, slowly reaching up to slide her hair out of its bands, tousling it gently to tease out any stray strands of the sweet and innocent look. To Damien, however, her eyes had never once looked even remotely sweet or innocent this whole time. "Should I check to make sure it's still there?" she purred, moving closer, leaning up...so close...her lips almost touching, that sweet, dark scent curling about his brain, promising to ruin him gently.

"Oh god Syn..." he breathed out, almost panting, his hands reaching out to embrace her, to pull her tightly to him and kiss her deeply.

Of course she pulled away instantly, slipping through his fingers like sweetly scented mist, smiling like a predator, speaking like a siren, looking like a wet dream...

"Good, tongue is in working order after all. That'll be useful later," she said, that tiny little skirt doing nothing to hide her perfect ass.

"Such a fucking tease..." Damien growled, finding himself so turned on, so focused on her body, her words, the image of her in his head already in bed with legs spread that he was starting to lose track of other thoughts he had had earlier. 'What happened to Gabriella?' 'Was the audience going to witness this?' 'What was the moral thing to do in this situation?' None of them seemed particularly important any more. Not as Syn strutted over to the table he'd set up for his night with Gabriella, smirked maliciously as she picked up a single rose from the vase, and let it fall to the floor where she unceremoniously stepped on it to make her way over to the bedroom.

"A tease? Professor you're so silly. I'm not a tease. I'm just a desperate student who really needs something from you. I need it so bad. Won't you please just..."

"...give it to me?"

Nope. Damien couldn't do it. Couldn't resist. He'd been absolutely set up to fall for this naughty schoolgirl act. The date, the outfit, the history...the girl. Fucking everything was overloading his brain and it was now focusing less and less on generating thin excuses for why he had to yield to his baser instincts, and instead merely accepting everything that happened next as inevitable, and preparing for it in the predictable way a man's body prepared for anything a woman like Syn might be willing to offer.

"Now I know what you're thinking Professor..." Yeah, like that was hard to figure out. "You had to give me that big, firm 'F' because you're a fair and strict teacher. But..." she wiggled her ass back and forth like a pendulum as that tiny little joke of a skirt slid down her legs. "Hear me out, mmkay? You gave me an 'F,' so I figure that as long as I give you a nice 'F' back, we'll be all good and even, right? Then you can really give me what I need. That nice...big..."

"A." Damien's eyes locked onto her ass and just nodded. Fuck it. This student/teacher roleplay was written like a very bad, very lazy porno, but who was he to complain? Could he still put a stop to this? Assert his authority and tell her to leave? He felt like he could. He wasn't under any magical compulsion or anything...but he really did need to release this tension that had been building and building ever since this crazy game started.

"You really think you deserve an 'A?'" Damien questioned, his voice a little more hoarse than he would've preferred. Syn's eyes lit up mischievously as she kicked away her skirt and stood in nothing but her skimpy black underwear.

"I promise I'll work really hard for it..." she preened, gliding onto the bed and posing for him. Her body undeniable in the dim lighting of the bedroom. "I'm such a bad student...but I'm sooo good at other things. Come here and let me show you..."

Damien didn't need any more invitation than that. He felt himself move toward her before he consciously gave his body the order. He was so eager he even forgot he was still fully dressed, but Syn didn't seem to be inconvenienced by it at all! As he made his way onto the bed with her she moved sinuously, wrapping herself around him as he closed his eyes and leaned forward to kiss her...only to find that his skirt had somehow become partially unbuttoned and was being pulled over his head.

And just like that there was no more preamble. Syn flung his shirt away like it was on fire and began to kiss him hard. Damien responded hungrily, like a fasting man who had finally been given permission to feast...and oh was he about to feast. His hands gripped harder on Syn's hips, fingers sliding to grope and squeeze her ass, pulling her into him, letting her feel the consequences of all her teasing.

"Mmm Mr. Carter... Your disciplinary rod is soooo big. Am I really that bad of a girl?" she asked coquettishly, and suddenly Damien was aware of his belt sliding away and onto the floor.

"Fuck yes you are!" Damien stated plainly, seizing her lips with his own, pushing her back onto the bed, ready to take control. Syn just laughed and fell with his own momentum, managing to pull him down with her, then rolled until she was on top, mounting him like a prize stallion.

"Oh no. I hope you won't be too hard on me," Syn continued to purr, and Damien noticed she had already finished unbuttoning his pants. She was so...fluid. It was like being carried away by a powerful river. No matter how much he fought and struggled, the river just kept sending him right along the path it was following, making his every move appear to merely be in service to her whims. "But I want you make me a good student. Please Mr. Carter, oh I want it so bad. You just have to give it to me!"

Fuck him he was trying... Syn, despite her words, seemed in absolutely no hurry at all, making her faux sweet tone almost appear mocking, but damn it Damien was too hard and horny to complain about that now, and his building frustration just made him want more and more to show her just how "hard" he could be on his naughty student... A faint memory attempted to surface, a younger Syn, a younger him, going through a similar song and dance. Her teasing and taunting him, riling him up until he wanted nothing more than to fuck her good enough to end those taunts and fill her throat with moans of pleasure instead...

Then Syn started to kiss her way down his chest...lower and lower...and he banished the memory. Why would he want to reminisce about the past, when the present was just as enticing? Moreso! Syn clearly learned a few extra tricks in the decade since last they...met. One such trick was suckling at his nipples as she kissed her way down. Fuck, that sent a thrill right through his spine, and made his hips buck a little. He lifted his hands to grab some of her curves, but she just kept moving down. Kiss. Kiss. Lick. Nibble. He gasped, his fingers always finding their target just out of reach. Oh well, it didn't matter, her lips were down at his waistline now. Her fingers were sliding his pants down. His cock throbbed. It was time. No more teasing. No more delays. He was going to find some relief, or he was going to shove himself down her throat and she could just deal with it. Damien was positive Syn's gag reflex was practically nonexistent anyway.

"Gosh Mr. Carter. My body feels so hot. Please..." the word rumbled in her throat as she unleashed his "disciplinary rod" and gave it a big, wet kiss. "Be gentle..." The fuck he was gonna do that! His hand was already reaching for the back of her head. His cock was so hard, so erect, so painfully in need of somewhere warm and wet to slip inside and rail until this backed up desire that the red haired minx before him had stoppered him up with. She moved lower again, down to his thighs...his knees...

"Are you fucking with me?!" Damien exclaimed, sitting bolt upright, in more than one way, and looking down at Syn with hot, passionate fury in his eyes. There was only so far he could be pushed, only so much he could take, before he was going to push back.

"Mmm sorry Professor, I just thought you might want to take these shoes off first?" Syn said...well for anyone else he'd have taken the tone as "innocently." As if this red haired cock tease could ever be considered innocent. The look in her eyes, the smirk on her lips, the way she untied each shoe's laces so slowly... She knew just as well as he that nothing about her was in any way "innocent."

"I don't give a damn if I have shoes on or not!" Damien said firmly, frustration turning to anger. "Fuck the roleplay. Are you a consenting adult or not?"

Syn rose up on her knees, her hands moving to strip away the last vestiges of the flimsy lace that covered her body and gave him a look that told him the Deference is Sexy Transformation of his was working just fine despite how many times she used a title for him without apparent effect.

"Come get me."

Damien didn't need to be told twice. He practically lunged for her, cock like a sword, looking for somewhere vulnerable to stab... It wasn't exactly hidden. Damien ripped those panties down in one savage motion and pushed her onto her back. For a second he paused, a little worried he was being too aggressive, going too far, but the look on Syn's face told him he was a fool for worrying at all. This was a woman who didn't mind getting rough at all. He moved to penetrate her...and found that moving with his pants halfway down and his shoes untied was actually kind of difficult...but fuck it he wasn't going to be asking for her help now when he'd already decided to take charge.

Kicking each shoe off violently, and ignoring the sound of something breaking, Damien hurriedly stripped his bottom layer and lifted one of Syn's legs high, the slut was so flexible he easily could put it on his back, she didn't even seem the least bit strained. Fucking cheerleaders... Well, that was what the show was all about right? Not that Damien was thinking about Harem Hotel at the moment. Damien angled his cock and drove himself inside with power.

"Oh my god!" She was so tight! Damien expected looseness, the inevitable consequence of experience, but no. She was so tight he almost thought he'd hit the wrong hole!

"Mmm, that's a nice length. My compliments to Nymeera, but surely you know how to use it right?" Syn asked, still taunting, still in full control of herself and the situation. God he wanted so badly to just fuck her hard, so hard that her eyes rolled to the back of her head... In fact.

"Oooo... Mmm that's not bad~" Syn purred as Damien started to thrust, slamming his hips against her pelvis with the brand new youthful strength he'd been granted, but of course that wasn't all. While his cock drove itself deep, his hand, the one not gripping her thigh to hold her in place, pressed against her belly, thumb strumming her clit like a high tempo guitar solo. "Guess not all guys are hopeless when it comes to fin- Ah~" Damien smiled victoriously as he made her cut off her bitchy taunt.

"This isn't the first time I've done this," he growled, his voice vibrating in a deep baritone.

"Mmm I know~" Syn replied with a sultry smile, squeezing her vaginal walls even tighter around his shaft.

"Oh fuuuuck..." Damien couldn't believe she could get even tighter! Was this a transformation he somehow missed? He knew Syn had a lot of them, but for the life of him "perfectly tight pussy" was not on the list he could remember.

"Kegel balls bitch," Syn gloated, starting to meet each of his thrusts with counter thrusts of her own. Her pussy kept tightening and relaxing in time with his movements, making it hard not to try to match pace with each squeeze. She was starting to control everything, the pace, the pleasure, the way his breathing was beginning to deepen, how his eyes were starting to roll back in his head... Wait he was supposed to be doing that to her!

"Not yet..." he grunted, pulling out required so much more willpower than he thought, but it helped that he just wanted to reposition to a more dominant stance. The foot bouncing against his back disappeared as he grabbed Syn by those long, luxurious red locks and moved her to her stomach. She just smiled and moaned the entire time, raising her ass obediently in the air as if daring him to keep going. He never really understood the mentality of accepting a dare, but fuck if he was going to back down from this one! "You said you were a bad student..."

"Mmm the worst..."

"Then you need some correction..."

"Mmm correct me Daddy..."

*SMACK!*

Damien's "correction" handed hard on Syn's plush ass, causing her to moan in appreciation, but he wasn't pushing her head against the bedsheets just to spank her, even if she REALLY deserved it. He had to line himself up again, making him almost regret pulling out in the first place, but once his cock was back where it belonged he felt infinitely better. God, fucking Syn was incredible... The woman really knew what she was doing, each smack of her ass caused a tight squeeze that sent the signal to cum straight through his nerves and into his brain. The only thing stopping him was an equally strong signal warning that cumming meant not being able to keep fucking this perfect little pussy.

But Damien wasn't about to cum before he made those eyes roll back. He leaned over her, pumping his hips in a steady rhythm that she and he set together, not one that she was fully controlling. His hand landed on her ass a few more times, but it also grasped hers in it and guided those black painted fingers to her clit, enlisting a bit of...experience to get those eyes to roll.

"Mmm I gotta say... You're not a bad fuck..." Syn purred seductively, bouncing her hips up and down in a way that was as pleasurable to feel as it was hypnotic to watch.

"I have to admit..." Damien said, already beginning to breathe hard, but desperate to last long enough to make the desensitized slut cum too. "You might be the best I've ever had..."

"Might be?" Syn asked innocently, tightening her pussy and using those fingers to guiding him even deeper. Damien was starting to see stars.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum..." Damien said, attempting to pull out again, both to change position but also give himself a bit of a breather. Syn was way too good at this, if he was gonna get her to cum he'd have to cheat. Probably eat her out for a bit, or fingerbang her until she was close enough that he could make her cum while inside her. Except...those were his thoughts, but his body had been hijacked by her rhythm, her movements. As he slid himself out, her pussy relaxed and her hips bounced, inviting him- no, compelling him to slide back in.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum for me Professor?" Syn cooed, her pussy trembling as she used his title, squeezing a little tighter, giving him more friction to thrust and slide in and out. "Gonna cum so deep in me... So deep and so hard? Gonna give it to a naughty slut like me? Gonna give it to me so good? This is all I'm good for isn't it? I'm such a bad student. So terrible at ethics. All I can do is use this tight little pussy to drain my teacher's big, full balls huh? All this slave is good for is draining her Master's ba- ooohh fuck yes!"

Suddenly, Damien's cock was spasming, pumping a hot, thick load of exactly what she asked for deep into Syn's snatch. He couldn't help it, as much as he wanted to resist, wanted to ensure her pleasure akin to his own, even over his own, her body could not be denied its due. It was almost painful how hard he was cumming. His cock strained to unload everything as fast as it needed to, he could barely breathe as his lungs exerted themselves to pull in more oxygen, more, as though to try to fill the space in his balls with air now that Syn had stolen away his cum.

"Mmm so you really like being called Master huh?" Syn giggled, moaning and sliding a hand up to squeeze one of her tits. "Mmm I really like calling you Master...mmm feels good. I didn't think you'd get me this close though on round one. Mmm I hope you're ready to take responsibility, Masterrr oh fuck I want you inside me again!"

"R-round one?" Damien asked, still breathing hard, his flagging cock looking to the floor for a towel to throw in.

"Oh yes Mr. Carter..." Syn purred, her voice like a succubus locking onto her prey.

"I have you ALL night. And I don't plan on wasting even a single second." Syn crawled over to him on her hands and knees like a wolf, or maybe a starving fox, and took his flagging manhood into her mouth. Suddenly throwing in the towel sounded like a terrible idea to his revitalized cock, and by the look in her eyes, Damien could tell Syn knew she had him right where she wanted him.

Vicky really shouldn't have been so surprised. Fuck, it was called Harem Hotel, and everyone was being pushed towards sex so hard and so vehemently it was obvious what would happen. The Transformations guaranteed it! And yet... After making her way through the hotel, looking for Syn and Gabriella's room, as Bottom Bitch she couldn't stay with Suki and Dana any longer and had to take the free spot from whomever was enjoying their night with the Master, finding herself in the doorway looking inside she was utterly speechless for what she was looking at.

First of all, because Gabriella was the one who the group decided would be given the first night with the Master...and second of all...

"Fuck you Syn... You sexy bitch... Yeah fuck me with that bitch tongue... Deeper... Yeah that's it... Oh fuck yeah... If you're gonna fuck me over at least make me cum like a dirty whore..."

'We uh... Maybe we should come back later...'

'No can do unfortunately. Damien said he'd be using the Master Control System a little early so anyone who didn't want to be affected could skip it, but we need the BP.'

'YOU need the BP. I'm content with what God's given me.'

'Oh? And you think poverty will help you get your wish to change history so we ended up never assaulting anyone?'

...

'That's what I thought. Now, as much as I'm enjoying the show...' Vicky cleared her throat loudly enough for the muttering, masturbating Gabriella to hear her.

"So...invite me in? Roomie?"