Bitches, Bitches, And More Bitches

It was time for the elimination ceremony. All three teams were gathered in the voting chamber of the Total Drama jet. Josee and MacArthur were both sipping coffee and groaning, trying to get through their respective hangovers from the previous day's drinking binge.

"All right, ladies, it's time to dole out the punishments!" Chris said excitedly. "First off, Sanders, I present you with the dreaded Bitch Collar!" Sanders walked up to Chris and put the collar on. She could feel the Pornstars looking at her maliciously, but shivered with excitement of what they would do to her.

"As for our resident drunk cop," Chris went on, earning him a middle finger from MacArthur, "it's time for you to spin the Wheel of Chance!"

MacArthur stepped up and sulked up to the wheel. She grabbed it and gave it a big spin. [MacArthur: I think I could probably handle fucking a bear if I have to. Bears are weak sauce compared to me!]

The wheel spun and spun, finally slowing down and stopping on MacArthur's fate. "Looks like MacArthur's getting her very own Bitch!" Chris announced, a little sad that she wouldn't be getting punished. He waved his hand a little and Chef led the bear he was about to bring in out of the room. "MacArthur, you get to choose any girl from any team to be your own personal sex slave, even after one of you is eliminated. Who's it gonna be?"

MacArthur grinned evilly and turned to Josee. "What?!" Josee exclaimed. "Why me?"

"I just love making your life miserable." MacArthur said simply, lifting Josee over her shoulder and running her off to Loser Class to begin their fun together.

"Now it's time for the elimination. Chef, the Elimination Collar please!" Chef entered the room carrying a collar that looked like the Bitch Collar, but had a bright golden H on it for a tag. "This collar will determine which of the hosts' harems you will join after being eliminated. And the player who the Possible Virgins decided to eliminate, by a near-unanimous vote is…" Incredibly, none of the Virgins seemed nervous about being eliminated. They all looked confident that they were safe. "Heather!"

Heather's confident expression turned instantly into one of unbridled rage. "WHAT?!" She yelled. "You mean I'm getting kicked off first?!"

"Yep. Sucks to be you. Just take your collar and head to the bedroom in the back where your new master will be waiting for you."

Heather grabbed the collar and turned to face her ex-teammates. "You know what? Fine! Good luck winning anything from now on without your best player!" She yelled at them before stalking off.

[Gwen: I hate to say it, but she might be right. Heather was the only one on our team who had any real experience with sex before being on this show. We might have just doomed ourselves. Still, it'll be nice having that bitch out of our hair.]

Heather walked angrily to the bedroom in the back as Chris had directed. She passed by MacArthur and Josee in Loser Class on the way. MacArthur was wearing a strap-on and fucking Josee's ass like there was no tomorrow. When she got to the bedroom, she walked in to find Chef waiting, and already erect, inside.

"Hey, there, Bitch." Chef said, grinning maliciously.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Heather said. "Let's just get this overwith 'master.'"

Chef got up off the bed. "Down on all fours." He commanded. Heather obeyed and soon found Chef shoving his cock as far up her ass as it could go.

"Aaaaah! Hey!" Heather complained. "I hate anal!"

"Oh, don't worry," Chef said, "we're gonna take it nice and slow." Chef began thrusting, being gentle and slow at first and building up speed as Heather got used to it.

"Aah! Fuck, you're good at this!" She moaned

"I treat my Bitches right." Chef said simply. He reached around and started playing with Heather's breasts tenderly, massaging them and rubbing her nipples between his fingers, which only made Heather moan more.

"Ohhhh, fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

"Let it all out, baby." Chef purred in her ear. Heather let out a scream of pleasure as she climaxed. "Now that you've had your fun, it's my turn." Chef pulled out and put his cock in Heather's face.

"So, you want me to suck you off?" Heather asked. Chef nodded and Heather grinned. She ran her tongue up the length of Chef's cock and started playfully licking the head.

"Hey, don't you tease me now." Chef chided. Heather giggled and put his cock all the way in her mouth, deepthroating him as far as she could go. "Damn, girl!" Chef moaned. "That's deep!

Heather bobbed her head up and down, her tongue rolling all over the length of Chef's cock. Chef gave one final groan as he came in Heather's mouth, shooting a huge load down her throat. Heather swallowed it all and licked her lips when she was done. "Damn!" Chef panted, having to take a seat on the bed. "I think I'm gonna like having you around."

"I think I might like it too." Heather purred, jumping on top of him for another round.

"Whoa!" Chris said, observing the scene from a TV up in the cockpit. "Looks like Heather's enjoying being kicked out after all." He said to the auto-pilot blow-up doll. "Where will our journey take us next? Will Josee and MacArthur ever make nice with each other without being under the influence? And who will join the hosts' harems next? Find out all this and more next time on Total… Drama… Sex Tour!"

Here are the possible Wheel of Chance results that I had chosen and what order they were in if anyone';s interested in seeing:

1. Immunity from all votes until merge

2. Become the hosts' Bitch

3. Pick one girl to be your Bitch even after elimination

4. Fuck a bear

5. Immunity from Bitch Vote for rest of game

6. Become the winning girl's Bitch even after elimination

7. Automatic elimination