A return to the night

"Isn't this body awful?" Eve husked, rubbing her gigantic tits along Lucifer's body. "No good for climbing, or running, or swimming... well maybe floating with all this extra fat. All I'm good for is inspiring men to lust. Isn't that what you always wanted for me?"

Lucifer smirked, and pushed her aside. He glanced around the suite to see any changes the imitator had made to his domain. "Honestly woman, don't you have any loyalty? He was your master only an hour ago."

"I have all the loyalty in the world to my children." Eve said calmly. "You're my master now, you're the one who can help them. So you're the one I'm loyal too." She climbed onto the bed, and wagged her fat inciting pussy at him. "I hear this ting will ruin a man, want to take it for a run?"

He slapped her ass, and sent the fat of her ass jiggling. "Don't you animals think of anything thing else. I only just returned to the flesh."

"Sex is the first thing I'd want after returning to my body." Eve said honestly. "Oh I get it mr. aloof. You want me to beg? Fine. I'm begging. Please fuck my bimbo pussy. Pretty please. You might have missed it, but I'm soooooo turned on by all the changes they've made to us now. Like, it's all I can think about sometimes. It makes me so horny knowing they've destroyed God's work just to turn you on."

He smirked at this, and crossed his arms. She was an inciting sight, if Boudica was in the top three he didn't know how he'd resist. Alas Sloth, and Envy ruled him now. "I told you, I'm not giving you any points. You're losing if I have anything to say about it. You think me being trapped as a spirit made me forget?"

She shook her pussy. "I was hoping, maybe forgive."

"You want me to forgive you for trying to destroy everything I've ever worked towards?"

"Not everything." Eve cooed, and slipped her fingers into her pussy herself. "Just the evil stuff. I've forgiven you for trapping me and my children to an eternity of pain and suffering."

"How big of you. The answer is no."

"It wasn't no when I was asleep, when you slapped me around, and jizzed your impotent souless seed on me." She fingered herself some more. "Is that what you need, huh? For me to be powerless? I can do that. You can tie me up, have me anyway you want. Slap me, bite me, fuck me, love me, milk me, snuggle, sniff, lick, love, love, love, I offer everything to you master. I'm your toy."

Lucifer snorted at this. She was very convincing. "I used to be jealous of you."

"I'm going to win whether you help me or not. You're only denying yourself pleasure."

"Maybe." He slapped her ass, and made a motion for the living room. "The couch is yours mi'lady."

"Hmph fine." with a big scoop of her hands, she grabbed the silk sheets off of the bed, and into her arms. With the bundle in tow she waddled over to the couch and settled in for the night.

Despite himself, Lucifer smiled at this. He didn't hate her, only her mission. In fact he loved Eve, and her stealing his sheets charmed him. "Skylar I'm going to need some more blankets."

With Eve upstairs, Erica was left alone to weep in the comfort of her solidarity. She huddled under the covers like scared child, and looked at the glowing red strawberry that sat on her night stand.

"I guess things didn't go well." Elizabeth laughed, checking her updated score on the phone. She sipped away at a glass of booze, and massaged her pudgy midsection. At least her other self had managed to keep them alive. "What am I going to do?"

"You're so hot, you're so fucking hot!" Mark Anthony cried out, as Cleopatra bounced up and down on his dick.

"Yes my love, my treasure! I've been waiting for this all week. Gods you feel good. Did you see the way they turned Helen into a dog!"

"Fffffuck yes. She was whimpering with shame, but couldn't stop touching herself."

"Ohh fuck, yes. I need them to get me a clip of that. It made me so wet, but I didn't touch myself... not much."

"You didn't cum."

"No. No I was saving if or you, all for you! My king, my emperor."

"My goddess!"

"I'm getting close."

"Me too!" He gripped her hips.

"Let's do it." She fumbled for her phone, and brought up the upgrade page. "Choose someone, anyone. Ohhh fuck. These sluts are our toys. Mold them my god! Make them pleasing to your lustful eye, you stud! You stud!"

Mark Anthony, blearily, scrolled through his options. Lusts, perversions, filling his eyes, pleasure his body. Until...

Upgrade!

"OooooOOOOOooooh fuck!"

Ironically, Olympias' new trait made her somewhat immune to Helen's potent musk. To breed with bitch, and not have a third partner there? It made things seem hollow somehow. She was still lusty, and drunk on the fumes, but not out of control. "You're cute even like this." She said fondly to the blonde.

Helen only rolled her eyes and growled. She was in third place now, and she felt like her intelligence was where it had been before she got that stupid trait. She had been trapped within her mind, but now she was trapped within her body.

"Well, first thing's first. Let's use your points to get rid of that downgrade, you're going to be very popular this week, and we need you getting points from it."

Olympias handed Helen her phone, but the puppygirl batted it away and shook her head.

"What?"

"Arf!" Helen crawled forward, and shook her angry looking red cunt at Olympias.

A fresh wave of the musk hit Olympias, who felt the affects of it, but still felt impotent to act upon her needs. "You want me to... so that I can get points?"

Helen nodded.

This struck Olympias silent. "I'm the one who's enchanted to care for you... why are you so good to me?"

Helen pouted, heart just about broken by that. She turned around, and offered as her only answer a lick on Olympias' cheek.

After that they sought out a third partner. Having no desire to give points to their opponents they sought out an eliminated figure they could trust. Atossa, who promptly turned them down. "I'm all for gurl power, but I need a cute little boy there if I'm going to play."

Olympias figured Yang was a familiar choice thanks to last week, but she still hated that little spy and hated her more thanks to that awful haircut she'd be giving. But there was one other option, Helen ended up pulling out of the toy chest.

"Wu is fucky toy!" Announced the empress of china, in her squeaky little voice.

Did Wu count as a partner... or even a person at this point? Olympias imagined the scene in her head to see if her trait would allow for it. "Okay, despite all the odds, it's hot, let's do it."

Blow up doll in hand Olympias, and the canidized Helen went to Olympias's private room. What grandeur and majesty did the queen consort of the world require. Why was Cleopatra evicted? For privacy it seemed. Olympias' was untouched from it's original design. Two beds, two over everything, there was very little evidence to persuade a person into thinking she occupied one side or the other.

None of the girls needed any preamble get rolling with the scene. Being trapped in the elevator was enough to get Olympias dripping, and Wu was a fuckdoll, so who cared what she wanted.

Helen simply jumped up on bed, and started shaking her ass, with a very true need. The red breeding hole just south of her but would have been convincing enough as well. It was lurid in it's swollen desire.

Olympias manuvered Wu in front of Helen so the doggy girl could nominally eat the Empress out. "Wu likes boys and girls!" The toy squeaked as Helen tongued the nozzle that had once been the woman's clit. It didn't seem to make any difference to the doll, who moan and giggled regardless of anatomy, current, or former.

As Olympias watched this she fitted herself with a strap-on. The Harem Hotel model went straight up her own sex, and sat there snuggle, making Olympias feel unfamiliarly full. Once it was locked into place so was she. Like all the pieces of a puzzle had been put in line, and now she could witness the full image.

There Helen was a needy bitch in heat, begging to be bred. Here was Olympias, mighty and powerful amazon, wolf, stud. Manhood proudly sticking out from her, erect and potent. And Wu was what? Some lesser sexual partner. Neither fit to be bred by Olympias, nor to breed Helen. A toy, a prop, a pack mate for Olympias to humiliate and control though the fucking of Helen.

Yes that all suited her rather nicely. She approached the bed, lightly jerking her rubber cock, vainly applying lube to it, as if Helen weren't a slip and slide to begin with. She looked to the backside of her friend, her precious. Still so perfect, she felt the regret, and the apprehension that surrounded her sexual life. She could not say why she felt this way. Perhaps it was being married off as a child. Maybe it was her religion, maybe she was just a frigid bitch. She heard the modern world had words for people like her now, but she'd hardly been herself since joining this show.

No, no now her loins were wet and needy, her pussy clenching on the toy inside of her. She was horny, no denying it, no denying Helen. That musk had her in a spell. She'd slept with the girl only last night, but that had been different. That was charity, desperation, practical.

This was a new sensation altogether.

Olympias lined her dick up with Helen's lips...

This was her first time falling into lust.

"Oooooh." She moaned as she slid inside she felt it... not just as a by-product of the nob inside of her, no she felt every inch of her toy slide into Helen. This show...

There was a brief pause after that, only a moment. Olympias fulling coming to realize how good this was about to feel, Helen realizing she was about to get a very enthusiastic fuck, and Wu thinking nothing at all.

"Arf! Arf! Arf!"

After that, it was all madness, the slapping of wet flesh, and the sound of barking dogs. Woe to their neighbors, there was no holding back, no hesitation. These two were lovers in and out. Helen's lust could not be matched by everything, just pure breeding instinct. Every thrust to the doors of her room brought out a high-pitched yelp, and sounded like pain but was pleasure, pleasure, pleasure animalistic pleasure, pleasure she had never felt. It was like her very genetics were being scratched.

And there was Olympias with her perfect body, endurance, speed, and power. She was turning Helen inside and out. This was a woman who's fucked the heroes of the Illiad she knew a thing or two about lovers, and her precious little caretaker left her nothing to be desired. It was exquisite, and it was long, and Helen was left a whimpering, crying mess by the end of it all, wracked with orgasm after orgasm until she hadn't a thought left in her head but to bark and bark, until at long last Olympias let out a sweating screech, and fell victim herself to her work, and collpased on the bed in a streaming heap, rubber dildo somehow feeling sore.

They blinked, and an hour was gone. She sheets were destroyed, they had nothing to cover them but sweat, and sex, and the room STUNK.

Olympias' lungs were burning, her thighs were burning, she felt like she was little more than a smote of cinder by this point, and she was smiling.

Doggy Style +4

Threes Company +5

The two and their toy could do little more for the next thirty minutes but groan and giggle. They were useless now, completley love-bombed out of their minds.

Thought it couldn't last forever, and eventually, Helen checked her phone, and let out a scared little yelp.

Doggy Style -4

Threes Company -5

She's lost nine points in that exchange.

She pawed her phone over to Olympias. "What is this..." She checked the notes on the point values, and saw that it was because of Helen's downgrade, the exact reason they'd done this in the first place. Though now the name of it had a distinct second minus mark on it.

The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships --

Helen is so unfuckable that Harem Hotel will no longer compensate people for sleeping with her. She's going to have to do it herself. Any points rewarded to other contestants for being intimate with Helen are now taken directly from her points.

"That bitch." Olympias sighed, and shook her head. Eve had downgraded Helen a second time, her trait recharged as soon as the new round started. "It's a complement." She finally concluded. "She wouldn't be coming after you like this if she didn't think you were a threat."

Helen couldn't speak, but she could emote, and she did not look amused or flattered. "It's okay, it's okay we'll turn you back."

Helen pawed at the upgrade button, but of course, now that this was a third tier trait, she needed to plum her whole treasury to get it back to neutral 15 points, weeks of effort down the drain.

Olympias could see Helen despairing at the attack, and put the blonde's cute head. "Plenty more where those came from. One the girls have their way with you, we're going to flush with points." Olympias paused, and developed the nastiest smile. "That actually gives me an idea. Want to go visit a friend tomorrow?"

Olympias 15VP 18BP

Helen 49VP 0BP