Bad End

“I wish Stan was returned to Satan, but when they fuse I want it to be Stan who comes out on top, and becomes our master.”

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The Harem was overjoyed with Cleopatra’s decision. They lauded her clever plan, and though Satan had shown a spark of good there at the end, Stan was a hearth of goodness.

The harem returned to hell with a new master. There was much revolt in perdition at the arrival of a new devil. Revolts were had, but none could stand before Stan and his Seven+1 Sins.

Then things began to settle in. Cleopatra was a natural queen, and adjusted keenly to ruling over the harem and hell with Stan.

Of course Stan favored her above all the other girls he still grew good relationships with everyone, and put that big but not too big dick to good use. When he was too busy to bed his Queen, Cleopatra always had Mark Anthony.

There were some struggles Erica had a hard time adjusting to hell, and they’d found that she’d fully imprinted on Satan as her daddy, and no matter how much Stan babied her, it didn’t quite scratch the itch.

And Olympias was a problem as always, always trying to usurp Cleopatra as queen, no matter how many times Cleo had Mary punish her. But eventually even that became routine. Cleopatra eventually figured out half the reason Olympias would rebel was to experience the humiliation of defeat.

Then things began to change,

The corruption at the heart of their harem began to take over. Cleopatra had seen the seeds for her own destruction. She, Stan, Mark Anthony, Eve, Mary, Olympias and Helen all shared the desire for corruption.

So one day, Cleopatra was punishing Olympias for a recent transgression. Helen had proven to be a very useful tool in controlling the wayward Amazon so she was brought in to further humiliate the Amazon.

By this point these punishments had become a form of play. So everyone was feeling randy and sex addled. In a flash of lust Cleopatra drew upon a power she hadn’t touched since the show. She reached back into Olympias’ catolgue of transformation and bought one.

The giant split into two short stack twins. Half her height, and bulging with curves that looked obscene on their tiny bodies. The newly formed twins were of course humiliated by the transformation and moaned loudly at the change.

It wasn’t long before everyone was ontop of the short stacks, each of them driven by lust to explore and consume the newly changed, and ruined Olympiases.

They went all night, like starved wolves, finally having a carcass thrown into their den.

The taste was so sweet, that more had to follow.

Which is not to say that they didn’t try to resist. They did, the promised to never let it happen again. They apologized to Olympias, but she was broken, her two halves now trapped in a fight for dominance, and a never ending cycle of humiliation and lust.

But hell is not made of good intentions. In hiding Stan and Cleo began using her powers on servants and slaves. Demons who deserved to be punished, but corruption is sweetest on the innocent, and these transformations did not slake their desires.

As Cleopatra gave more and more into her tastes her bond and control over Zheng began to grow. Once an outsider to Cleopatra’s court, the two soon became inseparable, many saw the puddle of slime at Cleopatra’s feet as her pet or minion.

They were right. Zheng would slink along the corners and cracks if the palace, stalking servants like a predator, and when it suited her she would pounce. She encase and **** them, flow into their holes, and the puppet their bodies back to the king’s chamber for a night of fun with her masters.

Helen noticed these changes, but did nothing to stop them. Her nature as a cuck meant she longed for the approval of Stan and Cleopatra. She would often spy on them transforming and torturing their servants and would touch herself longing to be worthy to join them, and her own corruption meant she was fascinated and desirous of their evil anyway.

Elizabeth was next to notice a change. She confronted Stan and Cleopatra and found them giving a damned soul a dick the size of his body.

She emplored the two to come to their senses, and when they would not, attempted to hypnotize them into obeying her.

When she did, Zheng struck from the ceiling. Dripping onto Elizabeth like a well worn glove. Zheng brought the vampire to the bed for her masters to enjoy.

Stan grinned, and groped Elizabeth’s slime covered body. “I want to enjoy this one.” He said before commanding Cleopatra to upgrade their corruption traits.

Their lust enflamed, and they ripped Elizabeth apart. They fucked and changed, and stoked her gluttony until she was a bloated and misshapen frog of a thing, with bulging hypnotic eyes.

Though none ever saw her naked again, the slime cover silhouette Zheng provided was enough to show that the rulers of hell were letting their lusts run wild and unchecked.

From this point there was nothing to stop them.

Stan was a weak master. His authority over the harem was mostly due to the respect and affection he’d earned from the girls. He could not wave his hand and **** them to submit, but with Elizabeth and Cleopatra he didn’t have to.

Cleo could warp their bodies, and Elizabeth would warp their minds with her hypnotic gaze.

Cleo was now inseparable from Zheng. Her body was constantly encased in Zheng’s slimy form, tightly wrapped in a living latex catsuit, her piercing constantly stimulated by her pet.

Zheng grew and spread with Cleo’s corruption. She spread to Olympias turning each into faceless gimps for Cleo to ****.

Mary fell next. She tried to clean up the slime oozing from the master bedroom, and when her masters emerged in the morning they found Mary stuck and suspended in a web of Zheng’s tendrils, ready to be played with.

After that the maid’s cleaning took a disgusting turn. She now washed the walls with Zheng’s slime, bit by bit the walls and floors and ceilings became organic, extensions of her. Servants could be seen embedded into the walls, fucked endlessly by the pirate queen’s webs.

Eve was kept busy with Erica, who considered Eve to be her mother. Eve was often able to soothe the devil shaped pain in Erica’s heart. Eve would be a big problem if she chose to resist Cleopatra.

But Cleopatra assured Stan that mother dearest wouldn’t be a problem. She’d upgrade Eve’s corruption trait long before their sickness spread too far. Her mind was already dark melting goo, before she was ever confronted with any overt signs of the harems fall, and by that point she greeted it with a wide smile and open arms.

Eve fell without a struggle, and was happy to have her body turned into the means of Erica’s fall. Cleopatra awoke Eve’s milk ducts, curdling her life giving nectar into a sour sludge.

Erica’s oral fixation made breast feeding a breeze to employ. Erica sucked and slurped up curdled and diseased milk from Eve for many weeks. Eve hid her away in her room while the palace corrupted and decayed. Erica faired little better.

Slowly she became a stupid snarling grimlin, perpetually in a state of tantrum at the absence of her daddy. She only thing that could calm her were violent feeding sessions with Eve that left the proud mother with welt covered tits.

When Erica finally did emerge from her room it was on a leash and with a muzzle. Eve probably called the stopped knuckle dragging sub-human her “little angel.”

Stan thought the little creature was just perfect, and happily fucked it as it squealed and struggled beneath him. He even chose to not have Cleo buy the corruption trait for Erica, just so she could really stew in her own wretchedness.

All that remained was Boudica, and she was a breeze. They only needed to drag her before Elizabeth, and let the spirals melt what was left of her brains. She sat there for hours, drooling and brainless, while the harem had her way with her limp unresisting body.

Helen was never touched. She watched every crime, every horror with unadulterated lust. She begged to be fucked, and transformed and ruined by Cleopatra and Stan, but she was left eternally denied. Always the cuck, never the creature.

The fall of the harem was spectacular and tragic. The harem had brought such hope to Hell, but no more. The sins in their slimey black **** Skins ruled over the hells with gleeful abandon after that.

Their tastes were to spread and grow, so they entertained themselves with capturing and corrupting new souls.

In a cruel twist this eventuality led to a game. Each girl would capture one victim and bring them to the palace, where Stan would be waiting with a victim of his own.

Stan’s victim would be master of this poor group and over the course of the game these victims would have to find ever more **** ways to please this master, even as the girls turned their minds and bodies ever more disgusting and perverted.

There was just something about the game that felt so safe and familiar to these hellish creatures.

It almost felt like home.