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Courtney was crying.
She would never admit it, but there was no denying it. The former CIT and captain of Killer Grips was where she'd been sitting for the last hour: on the bed of her mortal enemy Chris McLean. Like the night before, and the night before that and the night before that. Wearing only the hot pink lingerie stalkings and the tiny, silk thong with the letters "CM" in the center.
She remembered the night before. How she spent a day of passion with Lindsay and how sex starved she felt when the blonde bombshell cut her off. She was so desperate and horny that she actually turned to Chris and literally begged him for sex. To top it all off, when she was done with Chris, Lindsay, that damn bimbo, came back to her room, ready for another round that the CIT could not refuse, literally. That last thought, the fact that she had no free will thanks to a small ring of mysterious technology around her neck, brought the once proud and dominating girl to tears.
As Courtney cried, Lindsay walked into her room, completely naked and carrying a tray of food.
"Hey Courtney, I brought you some breakfast in be... Huh? Hey, what's wrong?"
Courtney looked up at the blonde. Her immediate response would have been to scream out what was wrong. Belt it to the wind with furious anguish. Rave and rant about her murderous, vengeful hatred of Chris for everything he'd done to her. However, the brunette could not. Hard as she tried, those thoughts could not become words. Instead, another set of words came out of her mouth. Words that were not her own.
"I'm fine. Leave me alone." She said, in a dead, lifeless voice.
Lindsay gave her an odd, doubtful stare. Not knowing what else to do, Lindsay awkwardly walked over to Courtney's bed and set the tray down next to her.
"Well, uh... in case you, like, feel better later, I'm gonna, like, leave this food here. Bye."
"I told you. I'm fine." Courtney said, once again in a dull, empty tone.
Lindsay did not reply. She merely walked to the door and left the room, stopping briefly to look at Courtney with concern one las time before leaving. Once the blonde was gone, Courtney regained control over herself and resumed her weeping.
"How the hell did this happen?" She thought. "I was Courtney Castilla. I was on the fast track. I wrote best selling teen self-help books. I was already accepted into my dream college. I was going to win this game and the million dollars. I had a future! How did some D-list celebrity take all that away and turn me into... into... this?"
Courtney furiously took hold of the collar and desperately tried to yank it off, only to be met with a paralyzingly, painful shock. Jolting from the current, the brunette fell off her bed and onto the floor, accidentally dragging the food tray off the bed and on top of herself. It took a few moments for the shock to wear off and a few more for the CIT to regain her composure. Once she did, the girl felt an odd, sticky feeling all over her chest. Looking down, she noticed that her chest, stomach and legs were covered in spilt juice and mystery gunk from the cafeteria. Groaning Courtney tossed the tray aside and threw the small glass against a wall, smashing it to pieces. Covered in gunk, Courtney got off the floor and walked over to the full-body mirror in the corner. Her front was completely covered in Chef's gross slop, orange juice and God only knew what else.
"FUCK YOU, CHRIS!" She bellowed at nowhere in particular, knowing that the host would somehow hear her.
Just as the brunette suspected, Chris had heard her. In fact, he'd witnessed the whole scene. In the head surveillance office, the host was sitting in his swivel chair, staring at a screen which showed her yelling at the heavens and cursing his name. Of course, the host was laughing wildly.
"Oh God, that is amazing! Awesome! You just can't write that stuff, man! Slapstick at its finest, dude! HA!" Chris roared.
After his sadistic giggling spree was finished, the host picked up the PA microphone and addressed the contestants.
"OK castmates, the next challenge is starting in one hour." He announced. "You might wanna get ready...like say if one or more of you are covered in gross cafeteria food, you might wanna get cleaned off before the day gets going! Good luck with that!"
Chris put the microphone down and resumed his vicious laughter as he stared at his security monitor, watching with glee as a gunk-covered Courtney roared and started furiously smashing a chair to vent her frustration.
The challenge for the day was mystery themed. After getting Chris out of a vault, the host instructed each of the contestants to get a sample of any other contestants' DNA or fingerprints. So, Courtney endeavored to do just that.
"That tickles!" Lindsay laughed as she leaned back on a chair in Courtney's private trailer.
The blonde had cucumbers on her eyes as Courtney spread around white make up on the clueless bombshell's left hand.
"I never had a manicure done on the bottom of my fingers."
"Oh it's all the rage in France." Courtney lied, as she set down the brush and grabbed a piece of paper and pushed it against Lindsay's powdered hand, getting a sample of her prints.
"Ohhh, I love being trendy." Lindsay squealed, before her manipulative lover plucked a golden hair from under her blue bandanna.
Lindsay flinched from the pain before she removing the cucumbers from her eyes, gasping as she saw Courtney place the hair and print samples inside of a ziplock bag. Courtney dropped her tweezers and zipped up the plastic bag, before slipping away as fast as she could. However, the moment she reached the door, she heard the all too familiar and nightmare inducing voice of the show's host emanating from the control collar
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked.
"I completed this part of the challenge. I'm leaving." Courtney whispered in response.
"No, you're not. Look behind you." Chris instructed.
The enthralled CIT turned around and saw that her idiotic lover was looking at her, with tears in her eyes.
"See that? How could you have done that to your only friend? I'm ashamed, Courtney." Chris laughed, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "You have to make things right with her, but I don't think you're compassionate and kind enough to do that. So I'm going to do it for you. Repeat after me."
Courtney froze in shock as she felt control of her voice disappear. She tried to say something, but couldn't. Her mouth was frozen and her voice was gone. Then, she heard Chris whisper something through the collar and her body immediately repeated it, against her will.
"Lindsay, I'm sorry."
"Really? Like…Thanks Courtney."
"It's just this competition. I want to win." Courtney said in the most cutesy voice she could muster.
"I know Courtney. That's, like, why no one likes you. Kinda like Heather, only your voice is way whinier."
"I know. I'm such an uptight, whiny bitch." Courtney 'admitted' as the host controlled her. "I'm also spoiled and call my lawyers whenever I don't get my way, like a little brat. I so don't deserve to be on this show. Especially with such an amazing host. If it wasn't for my hot body and my rich daddy, I wouldn't even be here."
"Your daddy's rich? Mine too." Lindsay eeped. "That's, like, so weird."
"Yes, so weird." Courtney answered, her left eye twitching as she did so.
"Command. Squeeze your boobs." Chris ordered through the collar.
Courtney's body moved on its own, obeying its master. Her hands slid up her body and started squeezing her breasts through her sweater vest.
"Sound as vapid and slutty as possible. Repeat after me." Chris commanded again.
"Maybe after the season is over I can ask daddy to buy me a boob job. I would look so hot with a giant pair of plastic melons." Courtney said. "What do you think?"
"Oh, totally." Lindsay answered. "You would look, like, totally hot with bigger boobies. Plus, boys love girls with big boobies, so if you got bigger titties, guys would be, like, all over you."
"Oh I know. The guys back home love my girls." Courtney said. "I'm gonna get a pair of huge, fake G-cups bigger than my head and I'll have them all eating out of the palm of my hand."
"You have a lot of boys back home?" Lindsay asked.
"Totally! How do you think I do so well in school? It's cause I sucked off every nerd in the class to do my homework for me and fucked all my teachers to give me good grades." Courtney answered, screaming inside.
"Really? I thought you were just, like, really smart." Lindsay said, surprised.
"Nope. I'm just a shameless cockslut." Courtney told her. "And with a boob job, I'll be an even more efficient slut. Whenever I want something from a guy, I'll just whip out my big, fat, plastic jugs and give him a titfuck. And I could also get on a bunch more reality shows too! I'd just have to shake my huge, porn star funbags on camera for everyone to see and they'd give me a million dollars in a snap. In fact, to make it even easier, I should just get the whole package. Giant, plastic stripper tits; a big, fat, silicone ghetto booty; some puffy, collagen, cocksukcer lips; and bleached, blonde, bimbo hair. I'm gonna look so totally hot!"
"That sounds like such a good idea." Lindsay told her. "You should, like, totally do it."
"Oh, I will!" Courtney replied. "Maybe I could use the guy who did your boob job. Could you put in a good word for me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Courtney. I don't know any 'plastique surgans'. But I think my sister Paula does."
"Wait, those things are real?" Courtney and Chris asked at the same time.
"Totally." Lindsay answered, as she mimicked what Courtney had been doing and started squeezing her own breasts. "They came in when I was like...How old are you when you're in 10th grade?"
"15."
"Yeah, that's how old I was." Lindsay nodded. "Anyway, they got really big when I was, like, 16. And super bouncy too. That's when guys started, like, giving me stuff and wanting to hang out with me a lot. Even my math teacher let me pass tests where I, like, didn't even answer one question. She just really liked me, I guess…And I didn't have to show her my boobies or anything."
"Well, then imagine how much more stuff you could get if you did let guys do stuff with your boobs." Courtney suggested.
"You think I should?"
"Absolutely. Just look how far it got me. When I couldn't get on this season because I'm such a bitch, all I had to do was fuck Chris. Not only did I get in, but I also got my own room and fancy food." Courtney explained.
"Wait…You fucked Chris?" Lindsay asked, shocked.
"Totally. I've been fucking him since I joined the season and he's kept me on even though I should have been eliminated a whole bunch of times."
"Isn't that, like, cheating?"
"Lindsay, in this game, anything goes to get the million. You have to use all your skills to win! And since my only skill is being a massive whore, the only thing I can do is fuck my way to the top. However, since you're my friend, I'm giving you a piece of friendly advice. If you wanna have a chance at winning this, you should totally fuck Chris."
"You know what? I will!" Lindsay said, determined.
"Awesome!" Chris cheered, prompting Courtney to do the same. "Oh and you should totally give him a titfuck. He loves those."
"I'll do that too!"
"Perfect!"
"…After the challenge is over."
"What?" Courtney asked. "Oh, I'm pretty sure Chris would want you to go fuck him as soon as possible. You wouldn't wanna keep him waiting."
"Courtney, don't be silly. Chris doesn't, like, know that I'm gonna fuck him yet." Lindsay giggled. "So he's not gonna be waiting. Besides, I don't wanna lose the challenge. I can just go screw him when its over."
"I don't know, I think you should go fuck him now just in case. You could get eliminated during this challenge, but if you fucked Chris, he might be able to save you from that."
"I'll do it later, Courtney. Don't worry about me." Lindsay insisted.
"Ugh, fine. Hey, my high is starting to wear off and I'm losing wood. You just wanna move this forward?" Courtney asked, saying word for word what the intoxicated Chris complained about as he propped up his feat on his surveillance console.
"What?" Lindsay asked, letting go of her breasts.
Her tits bounced and jiggled from the sudden release. Courtney felt panic crawl up her spine.
"That's what I'm talking about but I still want more." Chis paused as he saw a flashing red light at the bottom of his screen. "The cameras are still on and according to the blinking battery on my screen, the stupid interns forgot to charge those things, so we're running low on time here."
There was a weird silence between the two girls in the trailer. Awkward and confusing for Lindsay. Tense and nerve-wracking for Courtney.
"Courtney, are you OK? You're acting weird."
"Oh, I'm fi…" Courtney answered.
The brunette stopped talking as Chris leaned over to grab a bag of nachos. After grabbing a handful and stuffing them into his mouth, Chris made Courtney continue.
"I'm fine. I'm just super horny. My tits are so fat and sensitive that they get me horny all the time and make me act like a total bimbo."
Then, Chris whispered the brunette a command through the collar. Courtney's eye twitched and her teeth gritted as her hands rose up to her breasts once again. Courtney squeezed her boobs twice while saying:
"Honk, honk."
Lindsay stared in confusion, Chris laughed wildly and Courtney felt like she could die.
"Anyway, like I said, I'm super horny. Wanna fuck?"
"Thanks Courtney, but I'm still kinda sore from last night. What about Duncan? You still have sex with him right? I remember in that resort place after last season that you two fucked, like, all the time."
Courtney couldn't help but smile happily at the memories of her and Duncan at the resort. However, that trip down memory lane was quickly halted as Chris took control of her again and made her speak again.
"Nah. His cock was tiny and he was a lousy fuck." She said. "Not nearly as good as Chris. Besides, I don't wanna do a guy right now. I want a pretty girl with big boobs like you, Linds."
"Aww, thanks Court…But I'm still sore though, and I have to complete the challenge."
"Fine, whatever. You wanna just make out for a bit and see where it goes from there? We've still got a few hours until the other losers get the stuff for the challenge and, if you agree, I'll let you have my prints so you can complete your part of the challenge."
"Well, that does sound more fun than, like, stalking around to get someone's fingerprints." Lindsay nodded.
"Good." Courtney said with obvious anger in her voice as she walked toward the blonde bombshell.
Lindsay herself walked up to Courtney, completely oblivious to how angry and frustrated the C.I.T. was as Lindsay wrapped her arms around Courtney's shoulders. Courtney herself set her hands on Lindsay's hips and aggressively pulled her in, squishing her breasts against Lindsay's.
The idiotic but well meaning daddy's girl squealed at the surprise, but quickly melted into it as Courtney roped her hand around her and squeezed her butt with abandon.
As this happened, the depraved realty host was a half mile away in his surveillance room, pants around his ankles, moist towelettes and tissues to his side, his hand rapidly going up and down on his crotch as he stared at the screen.
"That's right bitch. Squeeze that ass. Suck on those titties. God, this is so hot!"
"Here's that romantic dinner I promised you, Dunkie." Courtney said as she set down two plates of stakes on the table.
Looking around, Duncan admired the work that Courtney had put into setting this up. The clean table, with fancy candles, nice silverware and clean plates; the "night at the beach" movie backdrop which, very cheaply and unconvincingly, set up the illusion that they were having a romantic dinner at the beach; the fancy lighting; and, above all, the rare, juicy cut of meat sitting on his plate. The bad boy sat down, picked up the utensils and cut himself a small piece of meat as Courtney sat down on the opposite side of the table.
Stabbing his fork into the cut he just made, Duncan pulled up the piece of meat and sniffed it. Smelling no hint of rot or fungus, Duncan placed the piece in his mouth. Then, he chewed it slowly to examine the taste.
"This is actually pretty good." Duncan said, before swallowing. "Where'd you get it?"
"The contract that my lawyers drew up specifies that I am allowed quality food whenever I deem it necessary…Which is whenever I want." Courtney replied, cockily.
"Finally using your powers for good, huh?" Duncan said cutting himself another piece. "That is not like you at all, Courtney. You've been acting weird recently."
"What are you talking about, Duncan?"
"Come on, Princess." Duncan shrugged. "You've been…odd. You're either totally out of it or completely pissed off. That's not entirely out of the ordinary for you, but this time it's weird for some reason. Different. I don't wanna sound like a touchy-feely, emo douchebag, but…It's kinda starting to worry me a bit…"
On the inside, Courtney couldn't help but smile at her sort-of-boyfriend's concern for her. On the outside however, Chris was in control. Her face was frozen on a pleasant but not too eager smile, meant to reassure that nothing was wrong. Then, just as Courtney knew it would, came Chris', douchey, fratboy voice, whispering from the collar.
"Awwww, the delinquent does care. Gay!" He cried out. "Repeat after me…Princess!"
"I'm fine." She said. "I'm just a bit more moody. That's all."
"Courtney, after all the crap we've been through together on this show, don't you think I know you? I know what you're like when you're 'moody' and this ain't it." Duncan said setting down his fork. "So are you gonna to tell me what's up or not?"
"No, really. Everything is fine."
"If you say so." He sighed.
The punk gave his apparent girlfriend another look of concern and mild annoyance.
"Crap. He doesn't buy it. We gotta get his head out of it." Chris whispered. "How, though? Oh! I've got an idea!"
The host started whispering commands into Courtney's ear and, as his plan unfurled, Courtney's dread grew and grew until, finally, the host instructed her to comply and the brunette's body started obeying against her will.
"I get it now." Courtney said, repeating what Chris told her.
"You get what?" Duncan asked.
"I get why you're worried." Courtney said. "You think I'm still mad at you for all that stuff with Gwen."
"What? No, it's because you've been…"
"I'm not mad, Dunkie." Courtney said.
Duncan stopped dead on his tracks.
"You're not?"
"No." She repeated.
"Because you were really crazy jealous a couple weeks back."
"I've been thinking about that. I overreacted, Dunkie. I realize that you and Gwen are just friends and that I acted like a stuck-up, whiny bitch with you."
"What? OK, I know you Courtney and you're not the type to just admit stuff like that so ea…"
Putting on her sexiest smirk, the brunette stuck out her chest at the bad boy sitting across from her, resting it on the table. Courtney had taken off her sweater vest before coming to dinner with the bad boy, so her boobs were very highlighted by their position. Duncan lost his trail of thought and stared, entranced, at his so-called girlfriend's chest.
"Um…What were we talking about?" He asked, gathering back some of his thoughts.
"I was telling you that I'm sorry about getting all jealous about you and Gwen." Courtney told him. "And, that I wanna make it up to you."
The girl slowly started unbuttoning her white shirt, opening it all the way to the middle, revealing the frilly, pink that Chris had been forcing her to wear. Sliding her foot higher up Duncan's leg Courtney said.
"Just forget it, Dunkie. Stop worrying about me and let me make it up to you for being so mean." She cooed.
"Uh…OK." Duncan nodded, desperately trying to keep his gaze on Courtney eyes. "Not that I'm complaining, but…Didn't you used to say that you hated frilly lingerie because it was demeaning?"
"Ugh! Of course the one jackass on the show who's not hypnotized by your tits is the idiot that's seen them a hundred times." Chris groaned.
"Hey!" Courtney growled.
"Hey what?" Duncan asked, his eyes shooting up to Courtney's face. "You're the one showing me your tits."
"It was nothing! Shut up." Chris ordered through Courtney as he reached into his mini-fridge in the main security room to pull out a bud light.
"Courtney, I swear to God, you're acting weird. First you come back with all those lawyers an you're all angry at me, then your flash me during the cavemen challenge, the you give me the silent treatment, and now this! What's going on with you?"
"It's nothing, Duncan. Just a bit of personal stuff that I can handle on my own." Courtney snapped back. "And I don't want you getting involved in them, because they're private and they're nothing big. It's nothing to you."
"It is something to me, because, as crazy as it might be, I care about you, Courtney." Duncan told her. "I wanna help you."
Courtney was desperately struggling to break free from the collar's control. She wanted to tell Duncan about everything that had been happening. To let him know the truth. However, just as with every time before, Courtney's desperate attempts to act by her own will failed miserably. Her body didn't obey her anymore. It only obeyed Chris. Courtney could only watch as her own body followed the host's commands.
"It's fine, Dunkie. I don't want you to help me…But I do wanna help you…With these." Courtney said, squeezing her breasts.
Duncan was, once again, momentarily distracted by his supposed girlfriend feeling herself up. This, however, did not last long.
"But I want to help you…And no amount of boobs is gonna change that!"
"Ugh, fine. If boobs won't get you to mind your own business, maybe something more intimate, that we haven't done since Play Des Losers, will…" Courtney said, as she slid out of her chair and onto the floor underneath the checkered table cloth.
Duncan leaned back into his wooden chair as he pulled up the tablecloth enough and saw Courtney on her knees reaching for his belt buckle. The brunette looked up at him with a sly smile and wink.
"Uh…Yeah. Sure. Let's do that." He said eagerly. "But afterwards, we have to talk about what's bothering you."
"Sure, Dunkie. Whatever you say."
Duncan tilted his head back as he felt Courtney unbuckle his belt and slide down his zipper, letting his hardening cock out into the open. Courtney grasped it and gently started stroking it to full erectness. For a few moments, the brunette forgot about her lack of free will, distracted by her paramour's dick. It was by no means huge, but it was certainly large. It also had a musky, rugged smell that made her very, very wet. Memories of her time with Duncan at Playa Des Losers came back in a tidal wave. Most of those memories involved fucking, of course. However, some were about more tender moments between them. Conversations, jokes, and even some times when they just lied down together on one of their beds or around the pool, doing nothing except being in each other's arms. Happy moments. Those times were gone now, though.
Courtney moved her head over Duncan's lap and started giving his cockhead some gentle, teasing licks, grazing the tip of his dick with the tip of her tongue for brief instants. Hearing Duncan moan gave the brunette encouragement to get dirtier. She stopped stroking Duncan's member, instead grasping it by the base with one hand and by the balls with another. Then, she started slowly, licking up and down the shaft while gently, massaging his balls.
"Holy shit!" Duncan moaned, as he grabbed hold of the dinner table to keep himself balanced. "OK, that's new! Oh God, keep doing that Princess! I don't know where you learned that but…Oh God, keep doing it!"
Courtney couldn't help but smile, as Duncan's comment was the most positive thing she's heard from anyone with half a brain since the season started. Wanting to reward the good bad-boy, Courtney slid her tongue back up to the top before engulfing Duncan's cockhead in her mouth. Slowly, she started bobbing up and down, slipping the dick in and out of her mouth over and over, but always taking it a little more, until she was finally sucking on the entire length of his rod. Thanks to the weeks of Chris forcing her to swallow his dick, Courtney was more than used to this. If anything it was easier than usual, as Duncan was noticeably smaller than the C-list reality show host. Though if Courtney ever did get out of Chris's hold, she wasn't going to tell Duncan that part. Bobbing her head up and down his member, Courtney felt Duncan's balls convulse and knew that he was ready to cum. Wanting to make it as good as she possibly could, the brunette started going down on her boyfriend's cock even faster.
However, Chris had different plans. From his control room, the host pressed the collar's communication button and started talking to Courtney through the device's tiny speakers.
"I think you're having way too much fun with this, Princess." The host whispered. "I think I'm gonna take back control now. Listen carefully and do as I say…"
Just as the bad boy was about to cum, he suddenly felt a sharp, stinging pain one his left testicle. Then, Courtney pulled her mouth away from his cock and got out from under the table. The brunette was smiling triumphantly and holding something between the index finger and thumb of her right hand: one of his pubic hairs.
"Perfect." She cheered, repeating what Chris was whispering in her ear. "Well, I got what I wanted."
The CIT turned around and started leaving.
"W-Wait! What?! You just wanted one of my pubes?! Why?!"
"Yes. For the challenge, dummy."
"Well…Could you at least get me off?" He begged.
"Well, I already got what I wanted, so I don't have to…Plus your tiny peanut cock tastes awful and smells rancid…So, no." She mocked him.
"Ugh…What the hell?! Couldn't you have just gotten some hair from my head?!"
"Yeah, but getting you hard and not letting you cum is a lot more fun…And, better strategy. Enjoy completing the challenge with blue balls, Dunkie!"
"You fucking bitch!" He yelled at her, grasping his balls.
Courtney walked away, heading in no direction in particular and, as she did so, Chris' voice spoke to her from within the collar once again.
"Ha! Great job, Princess. I'm sure Dunkie will still wanna stay with you after that one!" The host mocked her. "Either way, I'm pretty sure that'll put an end to that whole 'him being concerned for you and sticking his nose where it doesn't belong' business."
"Fuck you, Chris!" She told him.
"Well, since you clearly want to so badly, sure. We've got some time until the others finish the challenge. Come to my room. I wanna pound that sweet, sweet pussy of yours."
Courtney did as instructed and marched over to Chris' room to fuck him wildly
Walking through the large abandoned film lot, passing through the slasher film set, Courtney was fuming. Only a few hours ago, the stupid detective murder challenge was completed. After an hour of listening to the more idiotic castmates (that is, all of them but herself and Duncan) accuse and interrogate each other and, as expected, they all turned out to be wrong. Chris' "body" was nothing more than a dummy and the dumb bastard was live…just as Courtney had kept insisting to all those gullible morons. However, while this certainly did piss her off, it wasn't the biggest source of her ire.
"I swear to god, the next time I see him, I'm going to rip his balls off!" Courtney growled, referring to Duncan. "Maybe I'll lure him in with another blow job. And he thought he was pissed when I left him before he could cum...Oh! Just wait, asshole. If you think you can leave me for that blonde bimbo, you've got another thing coming!"
Courtney sighed as she walked passed Studios number 5 and headed into the abandoned city set used for knock-off Godzilla movies. Then, she slumped sadly against a fake gift card store.
"It's not his fault. That idiot was just mad that I left with blue balls. He has no idea that I'm like a damn remote control puppet."
Courtney started walking again, making her way further into the phony city, talking to herself as she did so.
"I have no idea why Lindsiot agreed to it. Knowing her she's probably gonna gossip with Duncan about fucking me."
Courtney could feel tears forming in her eyes as she made it across the street in the fake city.
"Of course, that all means nothing compared to what Chris will do to me tonight."
That thought made the brunette finally crack again and start shedding a few more tears. She leaned against a garage wall and tried to recompose herself. However, try as she might, some tears kept slipping down her cheeks. However, Courtney's moment of weakness was interrupted when she heard a faint explosion inside the mock building she was sitting against. Thanks to a year and a half of being on Total Drama, Courtney instinctively jumped away from the blast and landed on the ground, facing forwards and with her hands over her head. After a moment with no more explosions or signs of danger, the brunette flipped over on her back and looked at the garage.
"What the hell?"
Standing up, the girl brushed off the dirt, grime and dust. Then, she walked to the front of the mock building and opened the front door. Inside was none other than the show's resident annoying super nerd, Harold, in what looked like a mad scientist's lair. The fake garage looked like an actual auto repair garage, but instead of being filled with cars and repairs equipment, it was stocked like a poor man's engineering workshop, full of makeshift tools and assorted scrap. However, the back of the place, in sharp contrast with its front, looked like something out of a cheap si-fi movie. There were large, metal boxes with blinking lights, dials, and analogue scales. There were wires everywhere, hooked up to almost everything. There were even some things that resembled laser guns and weaponry, except they were made of cheap plastic and painted cardboard.
Harold was sitting in front of a metal table at the back of the garage, looming over a lit Bunsen burner that was heating a large beaker. To his side was a chemistry set and his ant farm. The beaker above the bunsen burner was bubbling and roaring out of control and a glowing, orange foam was pouring out of it, expanding and growing at an exponential rate. Alarmed by this, the dork was fumbling with some of the test tubes on the chemistry set right next to him. Finally, he stopped at one particular tube labeled "Anti-enhancer", which he pulled out of its rack. By this point, some of the foam was fallen off the table and landed on the boy's lap. The nerd squeaked in panic and opened the test tube, hastily pouring some of its contents on the foam as it started to seep through his pants and into his crotch. Then he did the same with the foam that remained on the table. The reaction was immediate. The foam started to recede, shrinking until it had completely evaporated.
"Phew!" Harold sighed. "I think I got it in time. Don't wanna know what would happen if that touched my skin."
The boy turned to his ant farm.
"Sorry, guys. It looks like you're gonna stay fun sized for now."
"What the hell are you doing?" Courtney asked, approaching the dork.
Harold instantly turned around and saw the disgruntled former CIT standing just behind him.
"Courtney?" Harold asked, confused.
The boy desperately reached for a rag and threw it on top of his chemistry set, trying to conceal its existence. However, the brunette merely glared at him and he knew that it was useless, since she'd already seen it.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"What are you doing here? More importantly, what are you trying to do here? Is it a bomb?" Courtney asked.
"What?"
"Because if it's you're trying to make a bomb, I will report you." Courtney said, pulling out her PDA.
"Ugh. I am not making a bomb."
"It's bad enough when the host of this stupid show likes blowing stuff up. I can't do anything about that. But when a guy who thinks farting is a superpower starts doing it…Well, I'm not gonna stand for that."
"I'm not making a bomb, GOSH!"
"Than what were you doing?"
"I was trying to make my ants bigger. Duh!" Harold replied condescendingly.
Courtney stared at the nerd like he'd just grown a second head. Then she started dialling 911.
"Well, you might not be making a bomb, but you're clearly crazy and messing around with dangerous chemicals, so I'm going to call the cops anyway, for everyone's safety."
"I'm not crazy!" Harold said. "It's a project my dad and I have been working on. He's a biochemist and he's been working on a formula to make organic matter expand. I got bored around here, so I had my dad send me the formula. I'm just testing out a few possibilities…Well, as much as I can given the limited equipment I could scrap together around here."
"And you're using a formula to expand organic matter…on your ants?" Courtney asked, putting down her phone.
"Well, I didn't have lab rats."
"How did you even get all this stuff?"
"Some of it is from the old sci-fi movies they shot on the set. Apparently they used real chemistry equipment. A bunch of other stuff I made myself with scrap metal, old props and stuff that I just found lying around the set."
"And the chemicals?"
"There's a chemical dump in the back of the set that they used for monster movies. I think studio management figured that letting local labs dump actual chemicals on the set was cheaper than making fake ones through special effects."
"And you've just been plodding through a real chemical dump to find material?"
"Well, I've been using a radiation suit from the old sci-fi lot. It turns out those are real too."
"And this is all just some weird hobby?"
"It's really boring here! Aside from risking our lives every couple of days for the challenges or doing our best not to be Chris's target of the day, there really isn't that much to do."
Courtney shrugged in agreement.
"Wait. You said your dad sent you the formula. How? I'm the only one with limited internet and phone line access around here."
"Uhhh..."
Harold stalled and used his feet to discretely kick a tarp over something tucked under the worktable. However, the brunette noticed.
"…I meant…He sent it to me before we came to the set…"
"Harold, I saw you kick that tarp. I know you're hiding something under there."
"N-No, I'm not." Harold stammered.
"Harold, I saw you. Come on, show me what's under there."
"I-"
"Just move."
Courtney grabbed Harold by the shirt and forced him away. The brunette ducked under the table and pulled the tarp off what Harold had been hiding. Underneath, she found a makeshift computer. It's screen was too big for its monitor and it had no outer casing to cover the wireframe, leaving all the circuits and chips exposed.
"What is this?" She asked, befuddled.
"Get away from that!" Harold ordered as he pushed Courtney from the table. "It's my homemade laptop. Don't touch it. It was very difficult to put together."
Ignoring the fact that Harold just pushed her, Courtney stared at him again with the same lop sided frown.
"You're seriously telling me you made a laptop yourself? Alone? With scrap material?"
"YES! It wasn't easy, but yes." Harold said, picking up said device and setting it down on his workbench.
"OK I call bullshit. I can buy you finding stuff around the lot for your chemistry set, but there is no way in hell I can buy that you made your own computer with internet access out of random junk."
"How dare you!" Harold gasped. "How dare you not see the greatness that is my work. I made everything in this room with my own hands!"
"Prove it." Courtney demanded as she folded her arms over her chest again.
"How?"
"Show me it actually works, dumbass."
"Fine. GOSH!" Harold grunted, turning to his homemade computer and switching it on.
Instantly, Courtney saw on the monitor light up and show several different windows. All of them displayed various locations around the film lot. The images showed various fake sets and filming locations as well as the common areas outside the trailers and the cafeteria.
"Holy crap, this stuff actually works."
"Told you."
"Wait…What are you doing with this stuff? Why do you have security feeds from around the set?"
"Uh..." Harold sighed. "Well…I can't really deal with Chris and Duncan most of the time…So I made this to be able to keep tabs on them and hide when I see them approaching."
"What are you talking about?"
"I use the laptop to hack into the film lot's security system and I built a few algorithms. To name a few one, scans through all the cameras and whenever either Chris or Duncan are near me, it alerts me, so I can get ready. Another one lets me to put certain camera feeds on continuous loops, so I can actually get a few moments of peace." Harold explained. "What you're seeing there are all the parts of the film lot being observed in the security room right now."
Courtney looked at Harold for a moment with a mixture of awe, confusion and disbelief.
"Where did you learn all of this?"
"Steve's computer engineering camp."
"How many weird ass camps did you go to?"
"Uh... I'll have to get back to you about that."
"Well…I'd hate to be the one to tell you this, but ever since I came back to the show with my lawyers, Chris has been watching me like a hawk. He probably knows about this place now. I'd say you've got maybe five minutes until security comes in to destroy all this stuff and send you packing."
"Don't think so. I thought one of you guys might eventually stumble onto this place. So I have a third algorithm set up so that whenever someone from the cast gets too close, it automatically sets up algorithm 2 for said castmate and puts up a loop about them were they were an hour ago."
"So, wait…You mean that Chris and his intern flunkies actually fall for that when they look at the surveillance tapes? This is a reality show. It's their job to go through them and stitch together enough 'drama' for an episode. You really think they wouldn't notice a camper walking some place and then appearing where they were an hour ago?"
"I looked into that. As long as we're there for the challenges and don't kill ourselves, they don't really care were we are. You'd be surprised how inept these people are."
"OK, that isn't terribly surprising, but I'm still having a hard time believing any of this crap."
"Come on, Courtney. Is it any harder to believe than any of the crap Chris has made us go through?"
Instantly Courtney felt the control collar around her neck itch.
"Fair point. Show me how it works."
"Alright."
Harold turned to his computer and started typing something into it. Seconds later, the monitor showed an image of Courtney back at the Mess hall, shifting her spork through some sort of black mass on her tray, while looking at her PDA.
"That's you…" Harold said, before typing in a few more commands, prompting the device to show another image of the dork hiding from Duncan in a barrel "…And that's me. That's where Chris will think we are right now if he looks at his security feed."
"Holy shit." Courtney said, her eyes fixated on the computer monitor.
"I also set up a special radio jammer in the room. It keeps any external radio communication frequencies from seeping in without authorization. That way, if Chris were to figure out that somebody's tapping into the cameras, he wouldn't be able to jam me or trace the tap to this location."
"What? You mean no radio waves can enter this place without you letting them?"
"Yup. Pretty cool, ri-"
"HAROLD, I NEED YOUR HELP!" Courtney yelled, grabbing Harold by the shirt.
"What?" Harold asked, confused.
"I NEE…I need your help." Courtney sighed, trying to calm down. "I know that even you are going to have a hard time believing this but…Chris got hold of some kind of device. I don't know where he got it from, but…It's some kind of collar. He put it on my neck when he agreed to let me back on the show and it turned me into his slave. He can control me completely with it. He just has to tell me to do or say something and my body does it. I've been a passenger in my own body for most of the time I've been on this season, only being able to watch as he used me like a puppet!"
"Woah, woah woah! Hold on. What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about this!" Courtney yelled.
The brunette pulled off her sweater vest and then grabbed her shirt, pulling on it with all her might and ripping all the buttons open. This left the collar displayed for Harold to see, but it also left her chest covered only by her silky, pink bra. Due to the breast enhancing drugs that Chris had been giving to her, Courtney's breasts were too big for the small garment, resulting in a very pronounced amount of cleavage. Harold was, of course, completely stunned by the sight of one of the show's hottest girls almost showing him her tits. Realizing what she'd done, Courtney tried to cover herself up as best she could with her ruined shirt, while still leaving the collar visible. However, this did not snap Harold out of his boobies-induced trance.
"Harold! Harold! Wake up!" Courtney yelled, snapping her fingers in front of the dork's face.
"Huh…What?" He mumbled, coming back to his senses. "What's going on?"
"Ugh. Perv. Just listen. This thing around my neck. Look at it." Courtney ordered, pointing to the device around the bottom of her neck.
Harold did as ordered and leaned in to have a better look. Soon enough Harold started fiddling with it, much to the former CIT's annoyance. With Harold so close to her Courtney had to swallow her pride and her bile as she could smell his foul breath.
"Huh." Harold said, as he stepped away from Courtney and walked over to his computer.
"What?"
"So, Chris has been using this thing to control you?"
"Yes. Like a puppet. Can you get if off?"
"Well, I can't get it off myself…But it does have a USB port, so I could connect to it and see if there's any software release program."
"Sure…Whatever…"
"OK, I'm just gonna hook up my laptop to that thing and I'll see what we're dealing with."
Harold pulled a wire out from under his desk and connected one side to his computer and the other to the collar.
"Wait, if that sadistic nut can control your body, does that mean he made you..."
"Harold, don't ask questions you don't wanna know the answers to."
"Gotcha."
The dork turned back to his computer and saw a window pop up requesting a password.
"Shit, we're screwed."
"What? Can't you just hack into it or something."
"Hey, this isn't some cheap, third party, Total Drama equipment here. This thing is obviously top of the line type stuff. If I try to hack in, it'll know I'm in there and who knows what it'll do. It might shut down and self destruct. It might even kill you. But for sure it will alert Chris that someone is messing with it."
"What about the password?"
"I have no idea what Chris used. We only have one shot at this and I suck at guessing."
"Move." Courtney said, pushing Harold out of the way.
The brunette quickly typed something into the device and hit enter. Instantly, the password request window disappeared and a new one popped up saying "Access Granted".
"What'd you put in?"
"'Winning', but with 1's instead of I's." Courtney answered getting off of Harold's stool allowing him to sit back down.
"Makes sense. He'd be that kind of an asshole."
Moments after Harold said that, a new window popped up which showed that the Collar was downloading a huge amount of information into his laptop.
"Wow, holy crap."
"What is it?" Courtney asked, as Harold began typing.
"This thing is sending me a huge data file. Not quite 'the complete Doctor Who bootleg' huge, but still pretty high up there. Let me try something."
The boy continued typing onto his laptop. Soon enough, another window popped up which looked like a start up page to an ordinary computer.
"Got it. While the collar is downloading whatever that file is, I have access to its controls and settings."
"Oh thank you Christ in heaven!" Courtney cheered in relief. "Could you change whatever so I can have control of my body back?"
"Of course, milady. It is my solemn duty as a Gentleman to help a woman in distress." Harold answered.
Courtney tried not to roll her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest again, though she did take care to make sure her breasts were still covered.
"Yeah. Thank you, my hero." She said, trying her damn hardest not to sound sarcastic.
"OK... But there is one thing."
"What?"
"The last thing I wanna do is cross a psycho like Chris. The guy gets his kicks watching us almost get killed every other day. If that thing breaks, Chris will know about it and I'm the only nerd on this show now, so he'll know I was involved…Or at least he'll suspect it and that'll be enough for him. I don't want that guy pissed off at me. Who knows what kinda horrible thing that whack job will do to me? I'm sorry Courtney, but I can't take that chance."
"Harold, I get that. Believe me. I do. But I can't stay under that asshole's thumb! Can you disable it without breaking it?"
"I'm not sure." Harold reluctantly answered, as he turned back to the screen. "I don't know if I can take that chance…"
Courtney thought of how she could persuade the boy. She contemplated physical violence first, but she knew that anything she could threaten the dork with was nothing compared to what Chris could do. Basic human empathy was clearly not going to cut it, otherwise the boy would have already agreed. That left only one option, that the brunette, in her desperation, accepted begrudgingly.
"Harold?"
"Ye…Oh my gosh…"
Courtney had dropped her shirt to the floor and now stood right in front of Harold in only her pants and frilly, pink bra. The girl's milk bloated, firm, caramel funbags hung right mere inches from the dork's face, covered only in a tiny bra.
"Harold, if you help me out, I'll show you my boobies. You loved seeing Heather's tits last season, right? Well, that flat chested bitch has nothing on my jugs. If Heather's tiny mosquito bites left you stunned, my girls will blow your mind."
"I…I…I want to, but…"
"I'll show them to you whenever you want!" Courtney said, desperately increasing her offer. "You just have to ask me. Whenever you tell me that you wanna have a look at them, I'll take you somewhere quiet and whip 'em out so you can see them. Please!"
To emphasize her point, Courtney grabbed the underside of her tits and hoisted them up before mushing them together, making the girl's supple breasts looking even larger than before.
"Deal!" The boy exclaimed.
"Glad to hear it." Courtney said, letting go of her breasts.
Harold continued to stare at the brunette's breasts, entranced by them. After a few seconds, Courtney got irked.
"Hey, get to work! You can ogle my tits later!"
"Oh, right! Sorry…"
Instantly Harold turned back to his laptop and started typing on the keyboard. Courtney, admittedly, had no idea what the boy was actually doing, and she hoped that he wasn't gonna fuck it up and accidentally trigger a mechanism that made the collar turn her into a cockhungry bimbo or something. However, after a few minutes, Harold stopped typing and turned back to her.
"OK. So, I can't actually shut off the collar's mind control functions without unlocking it. However, I can reset the voice control system so that the collar obeys a different voice."
"Good work, Harold. Change it to my voice." Courtney ordered.
"On it." Harold exclaimed, getting off of the stool and walking over to the other side of his lab.
The boy picked up an old, shoddy looking microphone and brought is back to his workbench. He plugged it into the computer and pointed it toward Courtney's face.
"Speak into this thing. It doesn't matter what you say. Just say any phrase with more than ten syllables and the collar will recognize your voice as its new controller."
"Gladly." Courtney, said grabbing hold of the microphone. "Chris. I will hurt you. I will injure you. I will leave you so badly beaten and maimed that you will be useless to women everywhere. I will leave you so disfigured, that no one will even believe you're even human!"
Courtney handed back the microphone to the nerd who sat it down next to his laptop.
"OK! The collar now recognizes you as its new master. You have your free will back."
"...Yes." Courtney exclaimed, as happy tears formed in her eyes before falling down her cheeks.
"Um…Courtney? What about my reward?" Harold interjected.
"Oh, right. Of course."
The brunette briefly considered breaking her promise to the dork. However, he had just given her back her free will, so the girl figured he'd earned some titties. Courtney reached behind herself and fiddled with her bra strap for a few seconds before finally getting it loose. Then, she pulled the garment off her chest, showing the dork her boobs.
"Oh my gosh…They're beautiful…" Harold gasped.
"Um…Thanks…I guess…" Courtney mumbled, actually feeling flattered, in a strange way.
Harold, being the virginal, awkward dork that he was, never figured he'd ever get a chance to actually see boobs in real life during his teens. Seeing Heather's during the previous season had been one of the best moments of his life, but it had been accidental and quick. This was different though. This was a girl choosing to show him her boobs. Granted, it wasn't because she was attracted o him, but rather the result of a favor, but it was still something he'd done to earn this. To Harold, this felt like one of his greatest accomplishments and he was going to take his time to take in those boobies he'd earned.
Courtney's breasts were the same caramel tone as the rest of her skin, a direct result of Chris' orders that Courtney tan naked on the roof of his multi-story trailer. Her nipples, on the other hand, were a dark shade of brown, almost chocolate colored, and they pointed forward, since the brunette's jugs stood perfectly firm, without a hint of sagging. However, the detail that most surprised Harold was that the tops of the girl's breasts were covered in small freckles, similar to the ones on her nose.
"You like 'em?" Courtney asked, teasing the boy a little.
"I love 'em! Can I touch them?"
"What?!" Courtney asked, taken aback.
"Please, Courtney! I've always wanted to touch boobs…And I did save you from Chris."
"Ugh…Fine, but only a little…And be gentle. They're very sensitive."
"Awesome!"
The stepped forward and rather harshly cupped the girl's breasts, giving them a rough and decidedly non-gentle squeeze. This prompted a moan from the brunette, who wanted to interrupt, but found that she could only communicate in moans and gasps as the boy rubbed and squeezed her titties.
"Oh my Gosh, they're amazing!" Harold gasped. "They're so soft…"
The boy rubbed the large, caramel globes in circles, smooshing them together, jiggling them up and down, squeezing them with his palms and fingers and generally toying with them as much as he could.
Courtney, to her eternal shame, was actually getting turned on by the dork's giddy caresses…And she was now free from the collar's influence, so this wasn't Chris ordering her to feel pleasure, this was her actually getting aroused because of that nerd. It got worse, though. When Harold started to rub and pull on her nipples, Courtney had to actively resist the urge to just pull his face into her cleavage and make him suckle her boobs.
"Control yourself, Courtney." The brunette thought. "You're just horny from blowing Duncan and your tits are sensitive because of Chris' fucked up breast expansion pills. Anyone could get you hot and bothered by groping you right now, even this dweeb. You are not going to debase yourself by letting this ugly geek know that he's making you so fucking wet!"
However, Harold was already well aware of Courtney's arousal, since the brunette, despite her best efforts, was failing miserably at holding back her moans and gasps.
"Are you liking this?" He giggled.
"N-No…Aww…Shut up!"
"I think you're liking the way I play with your boobs, Courtney."
"Don't…Oh God…Don't…Aww…Push your luck…Oooh…Geek…" Courtney moaned.
"You can just tell me to stop and I will. I know you promised me you'd let me see your boobs and now touch them when I want, but if you really don't want to, I won't push it."
"No! Please…I mean, you can…Oh God…Keep it up for a bit…More…Aww…If you want to…Just shut up!"
Harold giggled and tweaked the girls' nipples once more, giving the brunette a little shock that ran all the way down to her pussy. Just as Courtney was internally debating whether to let the dork suck on her nipples, she saw a little bit of blood dribbling out of his nose. She asked him if he was alright and the geek promptly fainted, collapsing to the ground in front of her.
"Harold? Harold!"
The brunette grabbed the Harold by the shoulders and shook him violently, fearing that her tits had given the dork an aneurysm (thus making her legally liable). Fortunately for the brunette, Harold had only fainted with excitement and wasn't actually dead. With only a few shakes and slaps, she managed to rouse him from unconsciousness.
"Wha-What H-Happened?" The boy queried, upon reawakening.
"You passed out while groping me, dumbass." Courtney answered.
"Oh yeah…Worth it." The boy bumbled.
"Perv." The brunette muttered.
"Can I keep touching them?" Harold asked.
"I think you've had enough boobs for now." Courtney said. "If my tits give you a seizure, I could get sued for that. There's precedent for it."
"OK, I guess…Can I still do it again later?"
"If you sign a liability release agreement."
"Deal."
"Alright. I'll draw one up later…Right now I have vengeance to take care of."
"What are you gonna do about Chris?" He asked her.
"I'm going to try and find some…Well, I guess some evidence of what he's been doing. I don't think the collar will actually prove anything. It's so crazy and high-tech, I'll need something more visual to prove he was controlling me." She replied.
"But what are you gonna do if Chris tries to control you again?"
"I guess I'll just swallow my pride and pretend I'm still under his thumb…At least until I have something on him." The brunette answered.
"Well…Good luck, Courtney. You know, if you need any more help, you can ask me."
"Thanks Harold…" Courtney replied, feeling strange as she said that.
The brunette put her frilly bra back on and tried to hold her shirt closed so that she could put her sweater vest over it. Once she was clothed again, she left Harold's makeshift lab and made her way back to Chris' trailer. Once it was on sight, the brunette stopped and took a deep breath.
"I'm coming for you, Chris." She muttered.
Like she had done many times since she first came back onto the show, Courtney found herself walking through the secret passageway between her private trailer to Chris's pretentious three floor residence in the studio. Before making her way to Chris' place, she stopped by the bathroom and washed her face. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed, staring down at the collar.
"OK Court. We have to play along for now." She thought to herself. "We have to find a way to prove what this asshole did before we drop the bomb on him. Maybe we can find a way to steal some of his security tapes…Or something. I don't know. Just remember to keep your cool and not snap that bastard's neck before you have something…anything that can incriminate him. OK?"
The brunette took a deep breath and left the bathroom, heading to Chris' lair.
Once she got there, she was surprised that Chris was nowhere in sight. Looking around the host's deck out man-cave, Courtney did find something of interest, however. A beige trenchcoat and a black beret lying on a table next to a note with her name on it. The brunette picked up the note and read it, revealing a set of instructions from Chris.
"I swear, this guy is a nut case."
Climbing the stairs to the highest floor of Chris' private multi-story trailer, Courtney came upon a door with obscured glass. On the glass was a sign that read "Chris McClean - Private Detective". Rolling her eyes, Courtney opened the door and instantly saw that the room was decorated to look like a detective's office from a noir detective film. Courtney had to admit that, after everything that Total Drama had thrown at her, she was used to weird things. However, Chris redecorating an entire room in such an elaborate way, just for the sake one of his weird kinks, was pretty weird.
However, that sight was nothing compared to the sight behind the desk at the center of the office. Chris sat there, wearing a pin-stripped suit, a vest and a fedora, and he had his face buried in Lindsay's tits as the buxom blonde rode his cock.
"Jesus, Chris! What the hell?"
"What?" Chris shrugged. "Today's challenge was about detective movies, so I'm just extending the theme. I'm the hard-boiled detective and you're the femme fatale who wants to seduce me."
"And she is?" Courtney asked, pointing at Lindsay.
"She's the ingenue." Chris replied.
"Hi Courtney!" Lindsay waved at the brunette, in between thrusts and moans. "I'm almost…Oh Gosh…finished…Then you can…Oh my Gosh…Have him…OH GOSH!"
Chris and the blonde bimbo came at the same time. As she orgasmed, the buxom girl pressed the host's head harder against her tits, something the host greatly approved. After their high had passed, the blonde sat still on Chris' lap, keeping his head buried in her cleavage.
"Lindsay, as much as I love your melons, I have an appointment with Courtney." The host told her. "So, I need you to get off me and leave us alone for a bit."
"Aww, do I have to?" Lindsay asked. "I like feeling sitting on a guy's lap with, like, is dick inside me."
"I'm sorry, but I really do have to talk to Courtney." Chris told her. "Don't worry, though. Just go to my room downstairs and wait for me. When I'm done with Courtney, I'll go there and I'll let you keep my dick inside you for as long as you want."
"Yay!"
The blonde got off the host and skipped towards the door, not even putting on her clothes. However, before leaving, she stopped to talk to the stunned brunette.
"Oh my Gosh, Courtney. Thanks, like, so much for telling me to do this. Chris is, like, so good at fucking!" She said. "And his cock is, like, so big!"
"But what about Tyler?" Courtney asked, smugly.
Chris glared at the brunette and he was about to interrupt, when Lindsay gave an unexpected reply.
"Court, don't be silly." She said. "Tyler's dick is, like, way smaller. He's got, like, a tiny peanut compared to Chris' cock! So, I really have to thank you."
"Why don't you kiss her, to show her how thankful you are?" Chris said.
"Oh, totally!"
"Courtney, make out with Lindsay." The host instructed.
As much as Courtney wanted to storm out, or rather, storm over to Chris and throw him out the window, she had to keep her cover. The brunette embraced her blonde counterpart and kissed her deeply, pressing her body firmly against the other girl's. Now that she was free of the collar's influence, Courtney unfortunately discovered that her raging, lesbian attraction to Lindsay was gone as well, so the kiss was incredibly awkward for her. The blonde's lips were very, very puffy and her mouth was quite big, so every time they kissed, it was like the blonde was trying to eat her lips. Then there was also the matter of the bimbo's boobs. Lindsay was pressing them against Courtney's own breasts as hard as she could, so the brunette couldn't help but get distracted by the feeling of her boobs getting swallowed by the massive, doughy expanse of the blonde's humongous hooters.
"OK, that's enough." Chris instructed, prompting the two girls to pull away from each other. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I love the girl on girl show, but I did go through a lot of trouble to set up this noire detective scene and I wanna go through with it."
"Aww, but I was, like, really liking this…" Lindsay said, pouting.
"Well, if you want we can have a threesome later, Lindsay." Chris suggested.
"A what-some?" Lindsay asked.
"A threesome. A three way fuckfest." Chris explained. "Me, you and Courtney fucking each other at the same time."
"Oh my Gosh, that sounds like so much fun!" Lindsay cheered. "You wanna have a threesome with Chris and me, Courtney?"
"Of course she does." Chris said.
"Of course I do." Courtney repeated, through a forced, fake smile.
"Yay!" The blonde giggled. "I'm gonna go, like, wait downstairs!"
"Stay naked!" Chris instructed her.
"Totally!"
The blonde darted out of the office, heading downstairs towards Chris' bedroom and leaving the brunette alone with the host.
"Jesus, Chris, you are so full of shit." Courtney said, rubbing her left temples.
"Yeah," Chris shrugged. "But this is my show and I make the rules, so I can do whatever I want with you…Plus, you know, you're also my mind controlled fuck slave. So, let's get started!" Chris told her. "Full control."
Courtney instantly pretended to stiffen up at his command.
"Strut over here and pretend you want my...files or something." He commanded. "Be real sultry about it."
Courtney rolled her eyes one last time before she put on a sexy smirk and did as was ordered. She walked slowly towards the sitting reality host, swaying her hips with each step. Courtney could see Chris eyeing her hungrily, specifically focusing on her legs as the, trenchcoat covered practically everything above her thighs. Once at the desk, she leaned on top of it, looking down at the costumed host with desiring eyes.
"Detective McClean." She cooed. "I hear you have that file I wanted…"
"Oh, I do, toots…But I'm afraid I can't give it to you." He replied. "The contents of this file are too important. I gotta turn it over to the police…Even if it does incriminate you."
"Detective, you have to give me that file." The brunette insisted. "A pretty, young, high-society girl like me wouldn't do very well in prison."
"I'm sorry, but my mind is made up." He said.
"Hmm. Is there anything I could do for you, to change your mind?" Courtney asked, getting up and walking around the desk to be right next to Chris. "…Or rather, something I can do to you, to change your mind?"
Courtney opened her trenchcoat and dropped it to the floor, revealing that she was wearing only her frilly, pink lingerie, featuring the thong Chris had given her with his initials embroiled in gold on the front. Swallowing her pride and reminding herself that this was only so she could find evidence, the brunette sat on the "detective's" lap, pressed up against him and leaned in so her lips were only inches away from his.
"Please, detective…I'll do anything for that file."
"Anything?" He asked, grasping her butt.
"Anything or anyone…" She cooed.
"I'm sorry, miss, but I can't. You have to leave my office." He replied.
Despite this, he was still squeezing her ass.
"Please, detective. I want you to give it to me." Courtney insisted.
The brunette bent down a little and started kissing Chris' neck, sucking on it delicately while enticing him further by grinding against his crotch.
"Please, give it to me. I need it so bad." She moaned, in between kisses.
When he kept resisting, Courtney swallowed even more pride and kissed him on the lips. Much to her horror, Chris was still a really good kisser. The way he returned all her kisses hungrily and wrestled her tongue with his, poking inside her mouth with it before letting her get into his for a bit, actually felt really good. The brunette had to actively remind herself who this man was to avoid getting lost in the sensation.
"Take off that thong and bend over on the desk." He instructed her, pulling away.
Courtney did as ordered, mentally preparing herself to let Chris have his way with her pussy. Chris took off his tie and suit jacket, before unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants. The host briefly took hold of her hips before suddenly letting her go and rummaging through one of his desk drawers. Courtney tried to look behind herself without getting off the desk, only catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of the host rubbing something on his cock. Then, he took her by the hips again and started pushing his cock into her butt.
"Chris, you fucking idiot! That's the wrong hole!" Courtney growled.
"I know! I wanted to try anal." Chris squealed as he pushed inside her. "God, you're so tight!"
Courtney had to bite her lip to keep herself from not only yelling at the host, but to also hold back from screeching in pain. Courtney wouldn't admit it, but Chris was a large man where it counted. He was also quite the sadist, so, if anything, her grunts of discomfort would have been a turn on.
Even though it was her first time having anal sex with anyone, if the collar was still programmed to follow Chris' orders, Courtney would have been able to at least feel some pleasure due to the device's influence. However, now that she was free, that was not the case. Without the collar's influence over her body, every time the mad host pumped into her ass, Courtney felt a sting of revulsion and pain.
It became so bad that Courtney briefly wished that she were back under the collar's control. However, despite the pain and humiliation, the brunette kept her resolve and remained unflinching, determined to keep the ruse up until she could get damning proof of Chris' actions.
"Hey, open your eyes and look at my desk screen. I have a surprise for you!" Chris instructed her.
The brunette looked at the small TV lying on the corner of the host's desk, only a few centimetres to the right of her face. The host fumbled with the remote for a few seconds before switching on the device.
The screen displayed Duncan and Lindsay during their "movie date" at the elimination stage. Both were naked and the blonde was on her knees in front of the bad boy, diligently sandwiching his cock between her giant tits. Courtney could hardly believe her eyes as she watched her supposed boyfriend cum all over the blonde's funbags, with an expression of utter pleasure she'd never seen on him before, even when they'd fucked or fooled around. Tears started flowing immediately.
"This was filmed a little earlier, during their 'date'. I slipped them a little something-something to make sure love was in the air…Literally!" Chris laughed. "You still think Duncan will wanna stay with you after you gave him blue balls, when he's got a big-titted, blonde bimbo who'll do anything he wants? I sure wouldn't!"
This kept on for several more minutes. Chris fucked her ass rabidly while forcing her to watch as her blonde lesbian lover licked her boyfriend's cum off her tits, sat on her boyfriend's lap to make out with him and, finally, started riding boyfriend's cock, cowgirl style.
"Man, they're still fucking!" Chris exclaimed at one point. "Did he ever last thing long with you? I watched all the surveillance tapes from your rooms in Playa Des Losers and I think he didn't. He must really love fucking her. Can't blame him, though. I just fucked that bimbo and she was so tight! I wanted to stay inside her pussy forever!"
Courtney didn't answer him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. However, her resolve broke at the end of the video.
"Jesus Fuck, you'r so fucking hot!" Duncan yelled.
"Hotter than Courtney?" Lindsay asked.
"Fuck yeah! With these giant fucking tits and this pussy?! You're way hotter than that bitch!" Duncan moaned.
"Oh my Gosh, Dunkie! Fuck me harder!" The blonde cried out, cumming.
"Well, I guess that answers who he likes more!" Chris laughed.
"FUCK YOU, CHRIS!" Courtney screamed.
"You already are, but if you want, I can do it harder!"
The host started pumping into Courtney's butt even faster, making the brunette whimper in disgust. However, thankfully for her, Chris couldn't keep this pace up for very long. He made one last, hard thrust and came inside Courtney's ass, filling her up with his cum. Then, he lied down on top of her.
"Oh, baby!" He groaned into her ear. "Was that as good for you as it was for me?"
"Fuck you, you bastard!"
"Still so headstrong, Princess. You really should know better by this point. " Chris giggled. " You know, I'd love to just stay here with my dick inside your ass all night long, but I have a hot blonde waiting with her legs spread open downstairs."
The host pulled out of the brunette and walked over to the door.
"I don't think you properly appreciate the effort I put into making that little scene with your boyfriend and Lindsay, so I want you to stay here and touch yourself while watching it, and you can't leave until you've cum three times to it. Oh and keep a pretty smile on while you do it. I'm gonna be filming it from the security cameras in this office and I want a pretty picture while I jack off to it later."
"You're an asshole!"
"Are you still mad because I didn't let you swallow Duncan's cum? Don't worry about that. Later tonight you're gonna have to eat out Lindsay for me and I'm pretty sure you'll find some of his cum still inside her pussy. Mixed in with some of mine, of course."
"Fuck you!"
"One last thing. If I forget this later, remind me. The day after tomorrow meet me in warehouse C. I have a job for you. Once you're done here, come downstairs. You and Lindsay are gonna give me the fucking of a lifetime! Now get to masturbating."
Chris stepped out and closed the door, leaving Courtney alone. Knowing the host would later check out the recording, Courtney sat down on his chair and started fingering herself while she watched the video of Lindsay fucking Duncan, over and over. All the while, she kept on a big, sexy smile.
"Enjoy yourself now, Chris." She thought. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll wish you were dead!"
