Bad End

“Boudica though determination and an unbreakeable will, the audience has appointed you the winner.

The pink haired hair queen, giggled, and steped forward to claim the fruit. It pulssed and felt heavy in her hand, like it had all the potentional of the world resting inside of it. “Cool.” She looked to Erica and Eve. Feeling quite silly, after all the scraping, and fighting, she didn’t even know what her prize was supposed to be. “What should I wish for?”

“Ah, ah.” The Host held her hand up in warning. This is your prize, you can wish for anything.”

Boudica cast a disdainful eye towareds Lucifer. “Except to be free of him.”

“Unfortunatley.”

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Boudica sighed, and as she felt the breath leave her body the last traced of red fled from her air, until she was a vibrant snowly blonde. She opened her eyes, with pink and enthusiastic irisis. “Like, Boubou wishes that she was the smartiest girl in the harem!”

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“Guk guk guk guk guk guk hhhhruk!” Boudica happily gagged, and sucked on her husband’s joytoy. She just couldn’t think of a better way to start the morning! Especially when he gripped her tre cute blond hair, and did cummies all up in her mouth!

So romantic!

She giggled and looked up at Helen who’d been riding Satan’s face. Though her dull face was filled iwth pleasure, it turned into a cute petulent rage when she saw Boudica making cum bubbles with her mouth. “No fair!” She whinted, bucking her hips in pleasure.”You won’t tell me where the yummy white stuff comes from!”

Boudica giggled, and let some spit and cum drip form her lips, and down her chin before licking it back up. “That’s my little secret.”

Helen huffed, and rubbed her distended pregnant belly. “No fair, if you don’t tell me. I won’t let you put an egg in me next time.”

“Eggy eggy eggy.” Boudica cooed rubbing Helen’s belly. “You tottally said that last time dummy.”

“Oh.” Helen cutely held a finger to her lip, and let her eyes go cross as she tried to remember. “Well I totes mean it this time.”

“I know you do.” Boudica giggled, and stroked Satan’s cock for a bit. It reliably came back to life, and was ready for another go. Lust was his wife afterall, He was ready to go whenever and however his harem pleased.

“Um, mistress Boudica?” Mary timidly entered the bedchambers. As ever she looked dissheveled in her maid uniform. It was filled with bodices, and zippers, and buttons, all kinds of things that were so hard for a bimbo maid like her to figure out. So more often than not hung loosley on her body unzipped and silly looking.

“Hey Mary Berry.” Boudica giggled, and poked the messy maid with her toe. “What’s up?”

The red demon, frowned as she tried to formulate her request. “Like um,,, can I… you know… wear my um… hand sock thingies.”

Boudica sighed. “You mean yer gloves?”

“Totally!” Mary jumped up and down and clapped her hands.

Helen did the same thing, lifting her pregnant pussy off of the master. “Woohoo go gloves!”

Once it got started it was hard to stop, because Boudica jumped in on it too! “Gloves rock! You most tottally can babe!”

Mary grinned, and ran over to where her gloves were waiting for her.”

Satan grumbled and pushed Helen off of him. “You dumb cheering bimbbos, now all I can think of is getting a handjob from her in those gloves.”

Mary shivered. “I can do that master?”

Boudica cheered. “Oh yeah! Handjobs are tottally hot babe! Jerk that dick!”

“Herk it, jerk it, stroke that chode, grab her hair and blow your load! Go handjobs!” Helen sang.

Satan groaned miserably, as Mary climbed into bed. “Okay, cheerleaders OUT! I’ve got work to do today. I can’t have another nonstop marathon.”

Helen and Boudica both deflated. “Aww, but I still have a hundred cummies on my quota today, babe!”

“Out!”

The two cheerleaders slunk out of the bedroom, pouting and whining all the way, while Mary happily jerked her master off. They closed the door behind them. Boudica scowled at the pergnant bimbo beside her. “Way to go dummy, your cheering made him mad.”

Helen wilted. “I’m sorry, I just wanted you to see my fetch moves miss.”

Boudica chewed her apology over for a second in her empty head. “Well you’re not a flyer yet, but ya got potentional!”

Helen beamed, and pet her pussy to the praise of her mistress.

They both cringed when the hallways began to rumble. The stone hallways of Satan’s palace, were warped into the visage of screaming faces. Each of the bimbos reached out to grip some of these designs, less the rumblings of the palace knock them over.

Thud

Thud

Thud

Finally when it felt like they’d be ripped apart by the vibrations, Olympias came around the corner.

“Aaaaaaah!” Both girls screamed, compelled to fear her for a moment. Boudica might have been the airheaded queen of hell now, but Olympias still had authority to punish the queen if she displeaed the master.

“Uh, Queenie and Baby been bad girls, me punish.”

Luckily she was pretty dumb. The giant bimbo had lost all the smarts and cunning that made her a threat at, now she was just kind of a grumpy slut.

Boudica blinked her eyes innocently, and gaved Olmpias a hug. “Not me Mistress, you must be mistaken.

“Huh?” Olympias drooled.

“You’re just after Helen, I can’t be a badgirl! I’m the queen!”

“Oh.” Olympias nodded. “Kay.”

Boudica broke her hug with Olympias and pushed Helen into her arms instead. “Here ya go!”

“Nooo.” Helen cried, as Olympias hugged her, and picked her up off the ground. “You were bad too!”

Olympias happily hugged, and squeezed Helen nuzzling her drooly face against the red head’s. As is the case in all realities Olympias couldn’t bring herself to punish Helen, so she was never in any danger. Well, maybe a little suffication if she got too passionate with her snuggling.

Boudica giggled and skipped off down the palace, off to find something to play with her pussy.

Satan’s palace had gotten a lot more fun ever since it’s new queen came in. The palace of **** had become a palace of delight and pleasures. It was perhaps the only place in hell that could slake the bottomless lust that now consumed the everafter.

But in an amazing bit of self control Boudica didn’t allow herself to be distracted by the penis shaped protrusions in the hallway, or the many prostitutes, whores, and sex toys who eagelry offered themselves to her. She was the queen of lust, afterall and her nectar was more valuable than gold, and tastier than wine.

But there was only one demon in hell that could scratch her itch.

So Boudica got lost, asked for directions, and evetually found her way to Erica and Eve’s shared room. The Blonde queen of hell took in a hearty sniff of the room, milk and sex, as usual. “Erica it’s play time!” She announced taking a step into room. It was dominated by Erica’s stuff. Posters of riot girl bands, raunchy manga, and of course a big lucious bed, that the princess never had to get out of if she didn’t desire.

Eve’s stuff was pretty much just her shackles, milking equipment, and a few pales and mops.

Inevitably Eve’s great love for humanity was a major obstacle for the harem operating in harmony. She just simply could not take part in leading humanity into damnation. So much like Olympias she had her wits dulled to make her more compatiable with the giggily braindead harem. Olympias had been reduced to a drooling moron, but Eve was little more than an animal now.

Erica kept her blind folded, and gagged at most times. Today was no diferent. The young demon was lounged comfortably between her mother’s legs. Her mouth was wrapped around one of Eve’s great cow-like nipples, and sucking deeply from the milk of humanity. The greatest purest milk there ever was Erica was usually a drowzy milk drunk sleepwalker. He arm was up Eve’s cunt up to her elbow, and the matron was giving low pleased reports of her pleasure through the drool slicke holes in her ball gag.

Erica looked sleepily up to the door, and though her eyes were dull with encroaching sleep they quickly lit up when they saw Boudica. “Queenie!” She squeaked, letting Eve’s nipple fall from her lips. The nip landed heavily on her shoulder, and continued ejaculate milk over the goth like a happy cock.

“How’s my favorite bimbo?”

Erica blushed at the praise, and directed her free hand into her own pussy. “Good, super good.” She smiled and and tried to look sexy for Boudica. “How’s my favorite Joytoy?”

Boudica shared in the giggle. “Big and spurty!” Erica licked her lips enviously. “How’s mama?”

The goth looked up at the cow of a mother. Her chest heaved, her cheeks blushed, the skin was licked with sweat and milk. “Big and spurty.”

The two shared another giggle at something that might of aproached cleverness.Then Boudica grew bored of doing things that weren’t sex, so she put her hands on her hips. “Lick my foofie.”

Erica had no arguments with that. She happily pulled her arm out of her mother’s cunt, which was like pulling a limb from thick swampy mud. But she did it. Eve let out a low happy moan as her cunt was freed, but quickly began squirming and whining when she realized how empty she was now, and that Erica wasn’t coming back. She was now agonizingly unstimulated, All she could do was sit there in a puddle of her own juiced, and try to satisfy her lusts by herself. Her lust of course enhanced by The Queen cucking her with her own daughter. Not that her frail mind had the words or concepts to understand that, all the felt was the rush of blood to her loins, and that agonizing emptiness.

Erica crawled to her target and kissed the ground at Boudica’s feet. She sucked up droplets of her queen’s golden juice. Her oral fixation made her more than happy to put her mouth to work. Then when the floor beneath Boudica’s sex was covered in kiss marks, she brough her mouth up and began to lick and kiss the moisture from her queen’s legs. Which wasn’t as easy as a job as you’d find with a normal lover. Boudica was the ever ready lover. Her cunt flowed quickly and readily. So Erica had her work cut out for her, but she was up to the task. Every lick and kiss her with sensitive tongue and lips brought her pleasure. So by the time goth managed to raise her mouth to the source of it all she was already a qyivering mess on the edge of orgasm.

Boudica moaned and ran her fingers through the girl’s hair. “Mmmm you’re so stinkin’ good with your tongue Erica.”

The young woman jost groaned and kept sucking up her queen’s juice. She rang her lips long Boudica’s folds, and kissed and sucked on her lips. Each action with her mouth provided her many times more pleasure than playing with her own sex. As such Erica had become a very attentive oral toy for the harem.

“I was thinking after this, we could go down to styx, welcome some of the new souls.”

“Mhm!” Erica slurred away. That sounded like fun, even if going over there was going to be a drag. Oh well, Boudica knew best. She was so snuggling smart!

“So many of them have been so horny when they get off the boat, it’s awesome!” The ranks of Lust had swelled since Boudica’s ascension. The lustful sinners of the world were now flooding the banks of the underworld, Earth itself was becoming overrun with the perverted, and lustful. Those who would committed great evils in the name of their lust, only to be welcomed by their new queen at the banks of the styx, more often than not with a wild ogry. “I hope they have big joytoys.”

Erica made a gagging sound, which was kind of funny because she never gagged anymore.

Boudica understood the sentiment through. “And some wet foofies for you of course!” Boudica sighed, and tweaked her yummy nipples. “Hubby says more and more people are being naughty snuggleheads up on earth, he thinks in a few hundred years everyone will be coming to join us! Isn’t that fun?”

“Ouchie, numbers.” Erica pouted, looking up at Boudica.

“Sorry, I forget what a dummy you are sometimes.” Boudica beamed, quite proud of her wish, and her life. She stared down at the little demon, still her favorite of the harem, and once again was hit by a wave of weirdness. Everyonce in a while, she got angry when she looked at Erica, and she wasn’t sure why. She wasn’t an angry person, her life was perfect, she was a giggling bimbo. What was there to be mad about. “Erica… do you like… ever feel like we’re forgetting something?