Bad End

“My wish is pretty simple.” Erica smiled and licked her lips. “I wish Daddy, Eve, Joan and me were the family we were always meant to be!”

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Satan could have been prouder of his little girl. It was a beautiful betrayal. One that left him in ecstasy.

Eve and Joan, such perfect jewels in his crown, were now his.

His, his, his!

The Harem was returned to hell, and Erica took to it like a duck to water. Of course many realms are more enjoyable if you’re doing them from the presidential palace.

It was the strangest configuration for the harem there was. Though Erica was now the queen of hell, she was sloth. Much too lazy to do any ruling or hard work, so she left that to Eve. She let her demonic mother rule in her stead and wed Satan. Erica was happy to simply bask in the comfort her status allowed.

She got her own room. Her own wing of the palace really. Filled with female slaves, and hedonistic delights. Trains of servants waited in line with treats or entertainments to keep her occupied and satisfied. Though each was a fleeting dream for the young and bored demon.

This Erica shaped her harem least among all the possible outcomes. Sloth combined with the loser branch of transformations left her with little ambition or energy to make those changes.

Lucifer suffered most of all, with Sloth as his primary sin he found little energy to purse his interests. Just as in the game where he was too lazy to push his agenda he mostly just let the harem come to him. Even as the war with heaven he could only muster a nominal **** against mankind, Erica in her own weird way had saved creation.

Though it came at a great cost. As Hell’s interference with Earth began to fade so too did the light of its first inhabitant.

Thanks to Erica’s wish Eve was now Satan’s bride. After Skylar’s Magic she fit neatly into the role of Erica’s mother. She too was filled with memories of raising the little hellion. Trips to the human zoo, long walks through Pandemonium, Erica’s first orgy.

As far as either was concerned it was Eve’s good parenting that left the luciferian Lesbian with an oral fixation and daddy issues.

But that tenderness only existed within the family. To the rest of the universe Eve was the all consuming **** of evil Lucifer had always lusted for.

A demon, in God’s image.

It caused tremors and terror and general misery to every corner of hell her image daned to pollute. Lucifer’s ambition might have been lax but Eve was all too happy to wage war with the demons in hell, all to protect her precious damned children who called it home.

Thanks to her the souls of the damned turned hell over, and it was the evil souls of humanity who made sport torturing demons. It was a macabre fate for those evil souls. Killers found themselves taken to a blood soaked paradise upon their blessed demise. Never dying, every bleeding victims for them to work on for eternity. The lustful found equal rewards. The chained sucubi flapped no more, and with their wings went the hurricane. Now the lustful could have their way with ever ready herd of fuck beasts hell had produced to tease and **** those who looked upon their enticing forms.

Every sinner found similar reward. In this new hell no sin was punished. If it was it was only because it had not been taken to an appropriately **** excess. This deficit could always be rectified of course.

Eve loved it of course, in all its wretchedness. Sin has been her inheritance to mankind, and she saw how they let it flourish.

She was a dutiful wife to Lucifer, couldn’t get past that. If she’d won, she might haven been his equal, but the queen of the damned was a whimpering housewife around him, and a delicious cuck. Luckily her clothing trait allowed her royal regalia to **** and fuck her at all times. Lucifer really did enjoy keeping his powerful wife starved of his attention, so often times it was the only relief she got.

Of course Eve was changed with a wish.

How could have Erica’s rule affected the others?

Boudica was obvious enough. The fruit of submission Erica fed her was a potent thing. Though Boudica had been show disgust at Erica’s demonic transformation destroying the hopeful girl she’d known, once Erica ruled the harem, Boudica flipped like a switch.

You couldn’t find a more loyal dog than the giggling bimbo pet Erica always had at her side. Her lush gothic room had its own little pink corner for the pampered blonde queen, complete with a dog bed, and a whole collection of dildo’s Boudica loved to sleep with.

Erica liked to keep her naked, but Boudica did have a vast collection of jeweled collars of various levels of ostentatious. This was mostly because Erica liked walking Boudica around the palace on all fours.

They were constant lovers of course. Boudica served her mistress’ young cunt with slavish devotion. Usually Erica wasn’t fully relaxed until she had that empty blonde head lapping and giggling between her legs.

So of course Erica always pitched a fit and cried whenever her Daddy took her pet away for his own enjoyment. Sometimes she’d be so bratty and rancid that he was **** to punish and discipline the girl, which inevitably led Erica into a frantic lust. It was always up to Satan whether he fucked the brat and the bimbo, or just the bimbo, but what a decision to make.

Erica and Helen had been rivals in so many ways. Even at the end of the competition it was a toss up of who would win. Erica and Joan had been right to fear and attack her. But this confrontation left scars that never quite healed.

Helen was the harem pet, and Erica had a pet if her own. As such Helen was always careful to stay clear of Erica, she let herself be pet and fawned upon by the other harem members, and tried to stay clear of the princess, and not without reason.

If Erica did find someone treating Helen as her role demanded she’d fly into a rage. She’d rant and say Boudica was the superior pet, and would usually prove her point by having Boudica establish dominance over Helen. Which always meant fucking Helen on the floor with a doggy strapon.

It didn’t help matters that Erica was the only member of the harem she was jealous of. Her cuck trait always left her so meek and flustered.

When she wasn’t getting abused in such a way, she was treated fairly well. Olympias was still Mistress if the harem and still protected Helen fiercely.

Mary was the wild card in all of it, and she and Helen were battlebonded, so the maid wasn’t a problem. Baring a few mood swings from Elizabeth Helen lived a comfortable existence within the harem. It was familiar if not, fufilling. In Troy she’d been a fuck pet for Paris, and as above so below.

Mary was all but unaffected by Erica. The brat would accept no cleaning preferring to live in her slobby sex den unmolested by a cleaning service. Mary often kicked herself for not seizing that brief bond she’d built with Erica when they hunted Lilith.

Instead she got sucked into Olympias’ miserable orbit. And as with many possible harems she ended up the mistresses well trained maid, rather than the princesses playmate. It sucked. Erica lived the wild party life Mary had once enjoyed. She longed to be up there with her, instead on down on her knees cleaning the bathroom.

“Be good.” Olympias would warm as Mary went to touch herself. “Only the master brings you relief.”

It was true but it was the frequency of the relief Mary took issue with. Sometimes she went days without the master fucking her. Which was really galling because she was the only one in the harem doing any work! When you’re ruled by Sloth that shit rolls down hill real fast.

At least she had the play room with Diaochan and the others. The howls coming out if that room were, delicious.

Olympias had the unenviable position of being Erica’s nanny. What she lacked in tenderness she made up for in discipline and what she had in discipline she lacked in authority.

Erica for the most part was unaffected by Olympias’ aura of command. The Amazon was in charge of Erica’s education, her schedule, and keeping her fed and entertained. Any one of these would have been challenging enough for a demon.

Erica liked authority as much of her father, and would skip school, leave chores unfinished, eat junk, and most of all disrespect Olympias. The Amazon had found limited success convincing Erica that behaving would make her father happy, but the beast in her was too strong. Getting punished felt just as good as being rewarded, and it got her out of chores.

Olympias could never bring herself to punish the ruler if the harem, as if she had a **** field surrounding her. So she was for the most part either begging or bribing Erica into good behavior, something she found humiliating, and of course exciting.

Elizabeth got to split her time between father and daughter. Good Elizabeth enjoyed some time as Satan’s mistress. As his chef she would bring him special meals and they would share a feeling that was very nearly love. Of course he never made that final effort to get better, never tried. And Elizabeth could never leave, so she was **** to live a half romance with something that mimed care.

On the other side of the coin Evil Elizabeth loved the debauched extremes of Erica’s harem. Any good will her other self earned with her kind deeds were buried by her counterparts sadistic parties. She and Erica were fast friends, gluttony and sloth making for natural Allies.

Cleopatra was the third leg of this terrible triumvirate. Thanks to her love, corruption was back on the menu. She was a well loved staple of Erica’s court, her corrupting powers were just too much fun. Even if Erica and Elizabeth didn’t share in her kink it was still sadistic and wrong to watch her fuck with the bodies and minds of damned souls and enslaved demons.

Erica’s influence had deagged much of the harem, only Eve and Olympias over twenty. The rest were the cast a Riverdale. Bitchy, immature, youthful sluts enthralled by their mature master, and nasty to the **** to eachother and anyone who came into their orbit.

Cleopatra was the cool one of the group, and elderly 20 with a boyfriend and everything. Though Mark Anthony coolness was severely cooled by his impotency. Especially when Cleo would have to drag him up to the master and beg for permission to duck him. Of course that never stopped milfy Atossa from pressing him against a wall and jerking his limp dick until it was raw.

Though all of this was lame, he was a big frog in a small pond. The only male of the harem, he was a hot commodity and one tightly regulated by Cleo.

Stan, the other make, was out. Satan banished him to live with Marie in her paradise pocket dimension. The two seemed to be having fun together, and the kush was fantastic.

Of course all of this is leaving out one very important member of the harem…

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The girls watched the latex clad nurse dance ackwardly on the pole. They looked like something out of a deranged slumber part. The plush shag carpet beneath their butts, the girls sitting on the bed, couch, and beanbag chairs. Even the collection of stuffed animals each equipped with an anatomically correct strap on, on the shelves.

Elizabeth was more interested in the bedlam of snacks surrounding her than the show. Her face as a sheening mask of spit from the whole party which she found made the treats oh so delicious. “Can’t we get a boy up here for once?”

A young Cleopatra giggled as she stoked her boyfriend’s hard dick in her hand. “Not as long as The Princesses are picking the meat.”

Mark Anthony groaned as he watched the nurse seperate her butt cheeks with the pole. “I’m not complaining.”

Cleopatra squeezed his dick harshly. “You’d let me jerk you off to paint drying.”

He grinned charmingly. “You’re just that good.”

“Good save.” She leaned forward to kiss him, and was delighted when his hard dick lotioned her hand with his spunk. “Fuck.” She got up to Mount his leaking dick, purring like a cat as she slid down. “Thanks for getting your dad to let him get hard Erica.” Cleopatra rode him greedily.

The Pale Princess just sniffed and made a disgusted face. “It’s better than hearing you try and beat off his limp meat all night.”

“Just barley.” Joan snarked, her hand working a lubed up feeldo sticking out if her pierced pussy.

“Can we at least whip her?” Elizabeth begged, and gestured to the nurse. “She’s so boring!”

Erica smirked. Her fingers were entwined in Boudica’s snowy hair, guiding her pet’s tongue to all her favorite spots. Her slister was leaned up next to her, soapy hand making wet sounds on her rubber dick. “You want her?”

Joan smiled, her canines sharp like fangs. “I like it when we do it together.”

Erica sighed and pushed Boudica off of her. The bimbo didn’t miss a beat and went back to masturbating on the carpet with a care free smile.

“Alirght sweetie.” Erica said to the nervous nurse. “Get over here.”

The latex lady gulped, and approached the couch. She wasn’t blind to the stares around the room. Everyone was suddenly much more interested in her. She stood before the two pale women, and felt like a bucket of chum thrown in front of a pack of sharks.

“On your knees.” Joan instructed.

They joined her, each of the sisters taking one of the nurse’s sides. They kissed and licked her shoulders and neck, each nibbling and tasting their prey.

“Mmmmm.” Erica moaned, you were a very naughty nurse weren’t you?”

Joan grinned. “Hurting your patients like that, but you’re no Angel.”

“No ma’am.” Erica’s tongue began to elongate and slither out of her mouth. “Now you’re just our toy.”

Their tongues slithered into her ears making her squirm and cry out. They held her in place as their tongues roamed about.

Operating on cartoon logic their tongues eventually wormed their way into the nurse’s skull. They ran their tongues over and around her pink folds, stimulating her pleasure receptors at the source. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth hung open as they poked and prodded at her mind.

The sisters themselves moaned when they touched tongues. They shared an incestious little kiss over the slobbered grey matter of their victim.

When they pulled their tongues free of the woman’s skull, she dropped to the ground, moaning, mind victimized.

“Give her a cock.” Erica ordered Cleopatra.

Her dad’s intern Gunted on her boyfriend’s cock. The two of them did a small circus act to get from cowgirl to standing doggy, but it was well worth it for the couple, now that they got to see Cleopatra work her magic.

The nurse groaned as a dick began to grow and develop from her sex. The girls picked her up and got her on her hands and knees. Her latex skirt struggle against the girthening member, before finally rolling back to allow it room to breathe. “You’re the worst lesbian.” Joan teased her sister.

Erica laid down to admire the member developing on her victim. “It’s still gay if it’s on a girl.” She grinned, and brought her hands up to the woman’s nether lips as they creased together and then started to inflate. “Big ones Cleo.”

The intern nodded, and focused more, her boyfriend’s dick so big and excited inside of her now,

Soon Erica was grinning as two large gonads descended from the woman, they landed in her hand and swelled to the size of baseball, really completing the hentai look Erica so adored. “Perfect.”

Erica began to drool, and positioned herself under the nurse so she could suck on her cock and take it deep into her throat.

“Oh you’ve ruined her now.” Joan grumbled And got behind the brain scrambled nurse. “Always the ass for me.”

Elizabeth groaned and touched herself. “Oh, but you fuck them so well Joanie.” Elizabeth’s crush on Joan was a not so secret of the harem.

Joan smiled and shoved her rubber dick up the nurse’s asshole. Enough pain got through her spit soak neurons to cause her to howl, and awkwardly flail her body. “My secret is you have to want to hurt them.”

Joan started in on fucking the poor creature, heedless to its cries of distress. Elizabeth cheered her on from the side as the nuruse collapsed on to of Erica.

“Perfect.” Joan grinned, now in her preferred position. She started fucking harder. Every one of her thrusts **** the nurse’s hips forward and into Erica’s throat. The little oral slut groaned and gagged and begged for more. “That’s it, come on!” The demon mewed and let her hips blur with motion, in and out of their victim, in and out of her sister. Her wails, the gags were a sweet as chior music to her. “Gag harder Erica! You know daddy loves hearing your voice all horse!”

Erica nodded, as the nurse’s dick played havoc with the back of her throat, she then smiled around the fleshy log as those heavy nuts laid across her face, smooth lady balls. There was nothing better than this, fucking some slut in front of all of her friends with Joan.

Erica actually found herself feeling a little emotional there in her rancid heart. She realized that she finally had a family that accepted her completely, and that she couldn’t have wished for a better sister than Joan of Arc.