Harem Scarum Ch 11

Harem Scarum

Chapter 11: Fall Ball

Thursday Night (September 14)

Cassie smiled to herself, looking over the cryptic notes she'd made to keep track of everyone's fourth attributes. In many ways, her harem girls getting maxed out had been anticlimactic compared to the ones Maddie had been responsible for, including Cassie herself, since she'd mostly avoided exclusively intensifying anyone's traits. The one exception was Tara, who had fallen asleep next to the redhead with a bitch tit in her mouth, as she so often did. The girl had become a full-fledged sluagh faery, which included powers of illusion and shape-shifting to go along with an ability to more precisely sense impending death. She might have called the petite goth an ambulance chaser, except she was easily able to beat the paramedics to any scene she felt compelled to witness. Neither of them knew exactly why she was drawn to certain deaths and not others, and it all struck Cassie as being pretty unsexy, plus out of theme for the device, even if Tara claimed to find it exceptionally easy to seduce pregnant women and new mothers in order to bless their babies, or whatever it was she did.

In the cases of Rose and Vivian, Cassandra had elected to intensify their most recent attributes, voyeurism and spanking respectively. Rose's ability was somewhat similar to Cassie's own, in that it allowed the girl to easily encourage people to flash her or otherwise act naughty in public while she watched. That was usually as far as she could get them to go in a crowd, but in private, she could convince people to masturbate for her, or have sex with their partners while Rose watched and jilled herself. According to the device, she couldn't ordinarily make strangers fuck each other or cause people to cheat on their partners, unless the parties involved were naturally inclined to do so.

Vivian's second level of spanking fetishism was even more straight-forward: it went from the public generally being neutral to actively being involved, assuming they had coinciding interests to begin with. Given that Viv was a nudist, the free pass to dress to show off her ass was moot, but her buns were almost perpetually glowing from friends and strangers alike swatting her, and her buttocks were essentially immune to serious damage, though she rarely sat on them anymore regardless.

Salalai had posed the only situation where Cassandra was careful to avoid intensification. She still found herself fantasizing about the sight, smell, and taste of her friend at odd moments, especially for several days after any direct encounters with her lovely labia. It wasn't always fully effective, but Sally had started sending the ladies pussy-selfies with attached 'requests' that got harder to resist the more one admired the picture. There wasn't any way to negate the influence, and it

was

helpful for keeping the other women in line, not that Cassie thought any of them were likely to stray much anymore. Sally's new anal sex fixation actually helped to make her a little easier to manage, though, since she was torn between which of her holes she wanted people to lavish with attention. Some combination of powers meant that no one seemed to care that she was always wearing a butt plug, even if it was a vibrating one turned up to the highest setting, although it nearly gave Sally fits when teachers rebuked her if she took it

out

during class.

Shanice, Nikita, and Bonnie had also received new and unique traits, though in the last case Cassie had seriously considered seeing what an intensified smoothness might entail. In the end she'd opted for diversity, and had been both amused and a little disappointed when the device gave the girl an obsession with sex toys, which hardly seemed like a change at all. Still, the attribute meant that people would mostly ignore anything she did to herself or a willing partner, as long as it involved a toy and didn't get too disruptive (which Salalai had ranted about for more than a week).

Nikita had developed a desire to be degraded, which principally involved being locked in a cage as much as possible, and encouraging people to molest or verbally abuse her when she was thus secured. Her former roommates had kicked her out as a result, which Nikki claimed had given her the strongest orgasm in the history of orgasms. For the time being, she moved her cage around to the other harem ladies' places every few days to avoid overstaying her welcome.

Shanice had gotten a similar trait, though it was less severe. She preferred to be restrained as much as possible, whether with ropes, cuffs, or what-have-you. It was non-negotiable during sex with her that she be restricted in some way, and she went to most of her classes cuffed and sometimes gagged. Ironically, given her bimbo persona, the inability to take notes had prompted her memory to become more robust to compensate. Cassie thought the girl was probably much smarter now that she was acting like a slutty airhead most of the time.

Cassandra set aside her notebook and gently repositioned herself and Tara, trying not to remove her nipple from the girl's mouth. Once that was done, she reached over to turn off her bedside lamp and slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming about the possibilities when the softball team had their first scrimmage game with another school the next day.

Friday Mid-Day (September 15)

Cassie was in the bullpen warming up with Salalai, trying her damnedest not to get sidetracked by looking beyond the fingers that indicated which pitch to throw. Her friend had teased her about establishing different meanings for wet fingers versus dry, and it certainly looked like she was carrying through, judging by her shiny digits. It took a disturbing amount of focus and willpower to avoid getting entranced by the captivating pussy that was so easily visible from where she stood. It was something of a silver lining that Sally was also holding a dildo in her ass as she squatted, waiting to receive the pitch; the fake balls dangling from her butt were absurd and helpfully distracting.

The rest of the harem was warming up on the field. Tara was going to be the starting shortstop, and Rose's enhanced build had earned her the right to start at third. Vivian, on the other hand, was only a back-up now, and would probably spend more time at first than third. Bonnie was at second, so three-quarters of the infield would be playing nude. Since it was fast-pitch softball there were only three outfielders, and all were naked: Shanice, Nikita, and Brandi.

"Bring it on in, ladies!" called Coach Lehman, looking irritated as she stood next to a couple of the umpires, both of whom looked uneasy. Cassie had a suspicion she knew what was bothering the older women, and started concentrating hard on exerting her powers in a very specific way, crossing her fingers for luck just in case.

"What's the matter, Chief?" Salalai asked as they jogged up, earning her an annoyed looked from Ms. Lehman.

"I told you to stop calling me that," the coach grumbled, but then gestured to the head official and said more loudly, "We've got a problem. Listen up."

Cassie noticed a few of the small number of people in the crowd removing their shoes and shirts, thus knew her power was working, and tried to intensify her thoughts of the outcome she desired, so much so that she was barely aware of what the umpire was saying. After some initial hesitation, the woman finally bluntly stated, "The problem is your uniforms. More specifically, about half of you aren't wearing them." Holding up her hands to forestall several objections that the harem ladies started to voice, the official said, "Look, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with you being nudists, but the rules on uniforms are very clear and specific. Everyone on the team must wear the same style and color. Not to mention the fact that you have to have numbers front and back."

Tara, after giving Cassie a quick glance and getting a nod in return, asked a question that she and Cassandra had practiced ahead of time. "Well, what if everyone strips down? Then we'll all match."

The non-nude players objected loudly, for the most part, and there was a good bit of heated argument before Coach Lehman was able to restore order. "Just can it, ladies! There's no point screaming about it unless the referees say it's okay!" She was visibly shocked when the official, who was the special focus of Cassandra's thoughts, slowly voiced a remarkable opinion.

"Well... I mean... I guess that would technically be within the rules... assuming you can find a way to display the numbers..."

Cassie grinned and shifted her concentration to her outraged teammates, who had once again set up a clamor of indignation. Against the united front presented by the harem ladies, and the magical abilities bestowed by the remote, most of the other players gradually, if grudgingly, relented to the naked peer pressure. Two of them adamantly refused, however, and stomped off angrily, threatening to complain to the school and the league, but the rest slowly started removing their uniforms, much to Cassandra's delight and arousal. She could feel a strong breeze on her ass from the swift wagging of her tail.

"I guess we need to find markers or something to write out your numbers," said the bewildered Coach Lehman, who was red in the face and trying not to stare at the ordinarily clothed members of her squad.

"I have some body paint we can use!" Tara volunteered, something else she and Cassie had rehearsed and prepared for. The coach's eyes narrowed suspiciously, but Tara extemporized and said, "Hey, as a nudist, my options for self-expression via fashion are kind of limited, so I make do the best I can." Apparently unable to think of a way to refute that claim, the woman threw her hands in the air and walked away, shaking her head. Grinning, Tara dashed over to her bag and pulled out the supplies they'd brought, and soon she and the harem ladies were painting numbers on each other and their embarrassed nude teammates: one in the middle of the back and one on their left breasts.

With the exception of Isa, who had grown up in Europe and had a somewhat relaxed attitude to nudity, the normally clothes-wearing half of the team mostly appeared aggrieved and uncomfortable to be standing around wearing only cleats, socks, and ballcaps, perhaps wondering why they'd agreed to such an outlandish proposal. Once the referee gave final approval to the new team uniforms, they seemed happy enough to retreat to the dugout and the modicum of privacy it afforded them. Since one of the two players who refused to participate naked happened to be the starting first baseman, Vivian got sent in to replace her as they took the field, and Cassandra experienced a surge of pleasure and pride to have the whole harem unified on the diamond.

Finally able to spare more than a tiny fraction of her attention, Cassie scanned the crowd and the other team as she performed her pre-game rituals of inspecting the pitching circle and throwing a few more practice tosses toward the plate. There were perhaps a couple of dozen people in the stands, most of whom appeared to be topless, and one rather heavy man was apparently completely undressed; Cassie found herself a little thankful that his belly overhung his privates while he was seated.

Amusingly, a few of the ladies on the other school's team seemed to be advocating stripping down as well, and a tall black woman had her tits out, with a couple of others down to their sports bras. Unfortunately, at least from Cassie's perspective, the fun ones got overruled, and the game officially became a 'shirts versus skins' softball scrimmage.

Her personal performance wasn't up to the level she expected of herself, although Cassie felt justified blaming some of that on all the delicious distractions. Plus, it was only the first live game of the new school year, so she couldn't expect to be in mid-season form. She allowed too many hits, but the girls behind her had her back, and they managed to limit the 'textile' team to only a couple of runs. Everyone acquitted themselves competently at bat as well, especially Rose, who had two home runs. The funniest spectacle was provided by Vivian, who also had a dinger, and spanked her way around the bases. "I've gotta try to knock it out of the park!" she yelled loudly as she returned to home plate. "With curves like these, if I start running, they might jiggle all night!"

Friday Afternoon (September 15)

Although the game was only a five-inning exhibition (which made the harem ladies giggle every time someone mentioned the word), the team took the opportunity to swarm the pitcher's circle when Cassie struck out the last batter. The original plan had been to let one of the other pitchers get some work in as well, but their embarrassed nudity had made them reluctant, so Cassandra wound up tossing all five frames. Getting swarmed by a bevy of sweaty, naked beauties was a feeling she loved, and they cheered and groped each other as if they'd won the championship. The normally clothed members of the team eventually made it out to celebrate as well, although they hung back and didn't get too physical, aside from slapping Vivian's ass whenever the giant globes were pointed their way.

"Good game," said the tall black girl who had tried hardest to join in the nudism, offering her hand to various members of the team. She appeared startled at first when Bonnie neglected the extended arm in favor of rubbing her smooth sex against the woman's leg, but her expression gradually shifted to interest and excitement as she reflexively ran her hands over the naked infielder. "Damn, girl! What kinda moisturizer gives you skin so soft?" Whatever Bonnie whispered in the woman's ear, it caused a visible blush despite her coffee-colored skin tone.

"If you don't have to leave right away, we were just about to hit the showers and then go celebrate," Salalai said, subtly thrusting her hips forward and up a little to make her mound more prominent, although she was still wearing most of her catcher's safety gear. "You and your team are welcome to join us if you'd like."

The woman's eyes indicated her interest, and she said, "We can't stay long, we gotta be on the bus back in an hour. But maybe a few of us will come visit you in the locker room." Smiling, she held out her hand again and said, "The name's Leticia." Introductions went around, and then Coach Lehman called the girls in for their customary post-game debrief. It was mercifully short, and Cassie's tail wagged energetically as she jogged along with the other ladies on their way to the gym, wondering just how their first full-team shower would unfold.

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Rose kept her muscular arm around Nikita's shoulders as the line of women made their way piecemeal toward the showers. For the most part, the ladies who didn't ordinarily go about naked in public had hurried to gather their things and rush to the relative privacy of their locker room, with the nudists taking a little bit more time to dawdle. Rose and Nikki were the foremost of the latter group, mostly because the hippie woman had been struggling to resist the urge to masturbate at the sight of all her embarrassed, naked teammates. She'd allowed herself only a few surreptitious strokes whilst the team was at bat, in the conviction that she would enjoy things a lot more once they were all behind closed doors.

"Go fetch your cage, you worthless pile of holes!" Rose said to Nikita as they passed the gymnasium parking lot, slapping the girl's meaty ass for emphasis. Nikki blushed and shivered, and while part of her still clearly wanted to retort in angry words, her resistance crumbled swiftly; she cast her eyes toward the ground, nodded, and rushed off to her car. She'd spent the last couple of nights sleeping on Rose's floor, and would be taking a turn with Bonnie and Vivian next. The hippie giggled as she watched her friend's naked body bouncing in her hurry. "Far out!" she said quietly before entering the building.

Many of the reluctantly naked softballers were standing around awkwardly in front of their lockers, perhaps feeling discombobulated about not having to disrobe and head to the showers. Some of them even appeared to be on the cusp of getting dressed and leaving, considering that they hadn't gotten particularly dirty just sitting on the benches. "This won't do at all!" Rose mumbled quietly to herself, then addressed the room more loudly, acting on a suggestion Cassie had given her earlier in the day. "Come on, ladies! Get your asses into the shower room! I want to watch all of you get yourselves clean, inside and out!" She waggled her eyebrows and made a suggestive sign with her hands, which caused a variety of expressions in response, ranging from disbelief to fear to anger.

Rose watched gleefully as, one by one, the women's faces changed to resignation or reluctant acquiescence and they trudged into the showers; she thought she detected at least curiosity on a few. Just before she could follow the team, Nikita and Shanice struggled into the locker room carrying Nikki's cage awkwardly between them. "Move it along there, you dumb, pokey sluts!" Rose said, gesturing impatiently in the direction of the shower room, although her happy grin belied the harshness of the words. Shanice giggled dreamily and obeyed rapidly, with a humiliated Nikita only a few steps behind.

Rose grinned and winked at Cassie as she and the other girls entered the building, then blew her a kiss before following Nikki and Shan. She raked her eyes slowly around the room, and as she did so, the ladies standing under the water adopted more provocative poses, thrusting breasts and asses out to emphasize their curves, or turning their perfunctory washing into a sensuous spectacle. Rose smiled and nodded at the women as she began openly masturbating, but paused her self-pleasure long enough to help secure Nikki into her cage beneath one of the showerheads. Shanice had already cuffed herself to the enclosure and grinned up at the hippie, asking, "Wanna fuck me?"

Rose laughed and carefully settled herself atop Nikki's galvanized prison. "How's about you go down on me while I keep an eye on these sluts?" she offered, with a merry twinkle in her eye.

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Salalai grinned at the tableau she witnessed when she stepped into the shower room. Just as Cassie had predicted, letting Rose go first had resulted in the rest of the team putting on a bit of a show instead of hurriedly washing themselves off and bolting. With the possible exception of Isa, who seemed to be luxuriating under the warm water the way Sally herself liked to, it was clear that her teammates weren't truly into their performances, although none of them appeared to be desperate for escape at least. She knew it would take only a few steps on her part to change that, and grinned lustily for a moment before hopping into the thin puddle that had formed on the floor. The room wasn't huge, and the eight large drains were barely adequate when it was in heavy use, but currently they were even less effective than normal thanks to some mild sabotage earlier in the day by Tara and Cassie, who had blocked up half of them to ensure standing water.

As soon as Salalai's toe touched the puddle, it was like an electric current emanated from her, zapping everyone else in the room. Sudden gasps and moans sounded from all sides as performative arousal was replaced by the genuine article. Nipples that had been reluctantly peppy thanks to pinches and tweaks suddenly swelled to warm turgidness, almost begging for more attention. Sensual stroking abruptly transitioned to needy caresses, and the ladies who had been gently cupping their breasts or mounds began groping and grasping themselves instead. Surprise and confusion showed on almost every face for a few moments, then dissolved into lustful expressions.