Bad End

Olympias seized the fruit lifting it above her head before consuming it one juicy bite at a time. As if there had even been a question of what her wish would be, as if she had ever wavered. “I wish my son Alexander never died! I wish he lived forever!”

And everything went white.

Olympias being the Queen of hell was a natural selection. Pride had long been the most powerful of all the sins, and now that most damaging of all desires was on the throne of hell.

Olympias could never fill the position of a loving wife, but she kept her promise to Lucifer. She finished breaking the harem in a way Skylar never could.

Her position as Queen, combined with her position as Mistress of the harem gave her complete authority over her slaves. The deal was simple, in exchange for leaving Olympias unmolested by his predations, Olympias would break the rest of the harem to his will.

Simple enough.

Mary was all but broken to start with. Now that Olympias had an entire palace as a tool it was simple to work Mary to the bone, cleaning, and tending to the extensive grounds. She’d spend every morning scraping and begging for her clothing, doing whatever chores were required of her by the other sins to meet her dress code. By the time she was fully dressed she’d already done three hours worth of chores, and was a hot and dripping mess, eager for relief. Which was when she met Olympias.

Of course at these points Mary was at her weakest and most pliable, but Olympias was never one for easy conquests. Her routine was berating Mary for showing up to her in such a state, usual with liberal amounts of punishment thrown in for good measure. Soon Mary learned to never show signs of arousal around her mistress, and especially never to act on these feelings in her presence.

Olympias was adament to all her slaves that they could only find relief with their master. This regiment was strictly enforced with Boudica, who’s Quim Quota trait kept a running total of all the harem’s orgasms. Any stray and unreported climaxes were harshly punished.

So it became quite easy to have Mary do all the chores around the palace, and to simply send her up to The Master when she was nearly insane with lust.

Erica was trouble, but not much trouble. Her challenge was keeping her out of The Master bedroom. If it were up to her, she would have sewn to face to Satan’s crotch so she could suck his dick at all hours of the day. Any attempt to get her out of the bedroom was usually met with kicking and screaming. “You’re not my mommy!”

Well that wasn’t much of an issue, Olympias decided to leave her where she was, and when Satan did occasinally tire of her, or wish her gone from a scene Olympias was capable of restraining and removing her. More often than not Olympias locked her in a free use stand somwhere in hell for a few weeks. Her sex was locked up tight, but passing demons could use her mouth as much as they wanted. It was always entertaining to see the princess of hell at once beratting and insulting any man who tried to use her, while also begging for them to fill her needy mouth.

Her pet wasn’t much trouble at all. Boudica had blown her load with that final knockout at the end of the competition. Now her doppy brain was haywire, and she was fully the giggly bimbo the audience had wanted her to become. This was a huge relief to Olympias who’d never been able to overcome the redhead in her prime. She always been more physically powerful, but attacking Boudica was exactly the same as trying to grab a feral cat. Now as a bimbo she was a cheery, submissive sex toy, doubly so when it came to Erica. So it was easy enough to keep Lust in the bedroom, considering their connection.

Elizabeth was of course the greatest challenge. Her hypnosis ability left her a challenge to break, over the course of their conflict Olympias had founderself cumming at the sound of a bell, and announcing “I’m a good girl.” whenever Elizabeth snapped her fingers. Terrifying displays of power that only hinted at what programming the Vampire was hiding within Olympias.

To make it worse she had that damn split personality. The good half was perfectly socialble and willing would go to make love to Satan. Her evil half was quite good at fronting as this better half, and would often catch Olympias with her guard down. For a while it looked like Olympias’ grip on the harem was slipping. Her style of training was slow going, and required breaking a person’s will. Elizabeth could get similiar results by spinning her eyes, and saying a few words.

Eventually Olympias was **** to go to war with both halves. She used her Mistress on Deck ability to make Elizabeth blindfold herself whenever she entered the room. After that the war was won.

Besides being an easily manipulated pet, Boudica also made a useful tool. While she trained a blindfolded Elizabeth in the dungeon, she had Boudica go through the process as well. Boudica was so eager and horny she really needed no training, but it was still fun to **** the squirming bimbo into standing at attention with a soilder’s percision. She was eager to follow any order, but usually did so sloppily. Olympias worked on having her execute them with percision, but this was all just a passion project. The real reason for having Boudica train with Elizabeth was that Boudica’s cheerleading ability. Her enthuisasm was litterally infectious. She’d cheer and giggle as Olympias **** them to felate training dicks, or present themselves for a whipping.

Bit by bit both sides of Elizabeth were finding any resistance crumbling away to bubbling enthusiasm. While they would react with fury when Olympias demanded they fucking this drooling demon or that, Boudica would cheer and jump to the front of the line. Instantly Elizabeth would find herself warming to the idea, she’d sit there mesmerized as Boudica obeyed the mistress like a good girl, and would actually be jealous of the thing she’d been disgusted by only moments later.

It was slow going, but bit by bit, order by order Elizabeth was worn down. You can only enthusiastically present your ass for a paddling so many times before you start to believe it, before your body starts to believe it.

Soon each were trained to respond to keywords. Up, down, present, suck, each order met with an imediate and enthusiastic response. Olympias tuned, and tuned them until they were barely able to function during sex without her or Lucifer giving them commands. Everything from “Get wet” to “Cum” was taught to them and inbetween commands they’d just sit their excitedly waiting for their next order, not daring to take the initiative needed to even touch themselves.

And even with all that training, that break, that hard work, Evil Elizabeth would still fight back from time to time. Olympias had tried to be nice, and allow Elizabeth the chance to make herself useful in Olympias’ world. Alas, the bitchy vampire didn’t know a good thing when it fell in her lap.

So Olympias sat Elizabeth down before a mirror. She instructed her **** to look deep into the reflection of her own eyes and to hypnotize herself. Elizabeth watched as her own eyes turned into spirals, she fell under the spell of her own ability. Olympias whispered in her ear, and she had **** but to repeat what she heard. “I’m a good girl, I obey Olympias. Every part of me obeys her, every part of me loves her. This is true. I must punish the parts of me who lie.”

On it went, for hours and days. The times Elizabeth got to rests, she was blind folded. The only thing she saw for days were her own hypnotic eyes, and the images of obedience they burned into her bind.

Olympias never had a problem with Elizabeth after that, but she did install the girl with a new keyword just in case. Whenever Olympias snapped and said “Brainwash.” Elizabeth would happily run to the nearest mirror and refresh her programming. You can never be too careful.

That just left Cleopatra, sweet sweet Cleopatra. Don’t let their breif reconciliation at the end, let you think that all was forgiven. Olympias had warned her of the consequences after all. Despite Cleopatra being her willful and wayward child, she was the easiest to break to her desires. All she had to do was threaten to throw Mark Anthony back into the hurricane, and Cleopatra was puddy in her hands.

It was actually pretty borning. Once the threat was made, Cleopatra was on her knees, crying and swearing her loyalty. Sweet victory.

Olympias wasn’t a creature completely without compassion, so she set Cleopatra up with a good gig. She could satisfy her desire to be a secretary by being Olympias’ personal assistant. It kept Cleopatra out of the harem room, and with her husband. In exchange Olympias got to see Cleopatra’s submission to her on a daily basis. Satan was swimming in pussy and hardly noticed her absense.

For the most part Cleopatra’s transformation took her over when around Olympias, she’d become an emotionless secretary for the queen, and when she got to her room she’d melt back into her human form, to enjoy the little love den the two of them had carved out in this hell.

Of course the greatest victim of Olympias’ harem, was Helen.

Ironic, considering neither Satan nor Olympias laid a hand on her. Like any princess kept in a tower she was desperatly loney. Olympias was a mother with vision, and in hell she adopted Helen properly. She kept Helen away from the rest of the harem. Scared of what they’d do to her if they got her perverted hands on her. This went doubly for Satan.

Just like her performance in the talent show Helen was kept in a beautifully plush cage. Meataphor, obviously. Her room in the palace was large, and lush, and she wanted for nothing. She longed, however for the touch of her master. Her jealous mind was consued with throughts of him, and the pleasures he was inflicted upon his harem. Her inability to witness these deeps just made her hungers more ****, and wild. The things our minds can dream up always trump reality.

No matter how Olympias would have prefered things, Helen was bound to her master, they all were. Even she, with all her will and determination could not take that away from Helen. But she could keep her trapped in her room, safe from the desires ravaging the woman. No matter how Helen would beg, Olympias would not bend. She did it all for love, just as she drove her son and grandson into early deaths. Her toxic, deadly love, had claimed yet another immortal victim.

Thanks to Olympias there was no sadder soul in all of hell, than the one she loved the most.

The Queen of Hell glid easily through the ash strewn airs of her domanin. Her wings like regal gosemer carried her to and fro with only the most seldom and elegant of flaps. She descended to the banks of the river styx where the boatman unloaded the day’s harvest of souls.

Olympias commanded an Empire who’s scope was the entirety of human history. This daily ritual might have been seen as something beneath her, but this was not so. This was one of her most important duties.

“Welcome to hell.” Announced the large and imposing demon to the trembling human souls. Olympias admired the men and woman, fit, sturdy, clearly well trained, the lot of them. Their reaction was acceptable given the circumstance. Even she’d been reduced to a whimpering pup when exposed to the truth of her eternity, or what everyone had thought it would be. “I am Olympias, Queen of hell, and Mother to Alexander your immortal king.”

At this is frightened and damn souls gasped, and dropped to their knees. Each held their fist to their chest. Clearly they’d been prepared for this moment. She smiled, pride flowing through her as it did everytime she did this. Her son King of The Earth had trained them well, had done well. Yet ruled that planet. It’d been a long time since a human soul arrived on these shores without the knowledge on how to properly greet their queen.

“My son has done well to train you for this day, for your induction into the ranks of my Immortal Legions.” She saw the terror of these souls, suddenly being replaced with glee, pride, excited malice. “Rejoice at your promotion.” She grinned, and they grinned with her. “Your true training begins now. Soon our two front war on Heaven will begin, and Alexander will reign over all!”

“Glory to Alexander! Glory to Olympias!”