Christmas Special Part 2

“I made you cookies.” Nzinga sang prancing into the living room. Satan was in a wife beater, heart boxers, socks, and a 5 o’clock shadow. He was nursing a beer.

“Not you too.” He groaned seeing she was in a Christmas sweater. All the channels on the T.V were playing Christmas specials, even the porn!

“Of course!” Nzinga giggled. “What happy home maker wouldn’t want to go all out for the most wonderful time if the year?”

“A demonic one?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged. “But I’m a wife first!” Her hoofs clomped over next to him she rested the warm pan on the coffee table. “I’m so happy I got eliminated, no more worries, now all I think about is you.” She snuggled into him, breathing in his scent.

Satan ran his finger along her ram horns, as he watched the snow fall. “There’s just no escaping this holiday, even in here…”

“Nope.” Nzinga sighed and closed her eyes, then began to hum ‘white Christmas.’ “Hmmm hm hm hmm….”

——-

“You’re sure she’s not avoiding us?” Molly entered the lobby was Marie, they'd started their morning by smoking pot in the sauna, and were finally able to build up enough courage to talk to Erica. It’s been a week since… the club.

Just thinking of that place with a clear head made Molly sick. Not only for the things that had been done to them, but for what she did to Erica.

It wasn’t entirely fair to accuse Erica of avoiding them, when Molly had been doing the same thing. How did conversations like this go? ‘I like you, and want to date you, but I want to see you get fucked up the ass by your boyfriend, and would you mine sucking on this pacifier while you do?”

She fingered the pacifier in her pocket. She’d been holding on to it as a kind of Talisman. And sure she’d rub it against her clit at night, and fantasized about Erica sucking her juices off of it later… but who wouldn’t?

“Naw, I’m telling you she’s hella busy with the sex Olympics, you’re fiiiiiine.” Marie was high, and it looked good on her. She slugged behind Molly with her skinny frame, and her hands stuck in the pocket of her smelliest hoodie.

The Lodge was a disconcerting place on the average day, but the aura of **** march cheer in the lobby was taking it a step farther. A step that plunged them straight into the deep end.

They spotted Erica sharing a rug with the rest of the contestants, her mouth wide in wonder as Skylar read from a tale. They looked like children bundled around for story time.

“Erica?” Molly dared to creep closer, the smell of gingerbread and wet pussy got stronger as she approached the group.

“Shhh!” One of the girls hissed, still smiling.

“Merry Christmas Molly.” Erica grinned, and held her friend’s hand. “Skylar was just telling us this swell story about a mean ol’ man who hates Christmas, but this ghost just came to him warning him to change his ways!”

Molly looked to Marie. “Yeah… have you never read A Christmas Carol?”

She and the other six all shook their heads. “No, never…”

“Okay…” Molly couldn’t shake the feeling of unease this scene was dumping on her. It was just like at the club. “Can I talk with you for a bit…?”

“Molly…” said the woman in the chair. “If you interrupt story time, it’s to join story time…”

Molly gulped and backed away. “Marie?”

The stoner just shrugged. “I think we let this run its course.”

Molly looked back to Erica, and she was smiling sure, but there was something in her eyes that were begging for help. Just like at that night in the club, when she made her suck on the pacifier.

Despite that, she let Marie pull her away, before they both joined in on the carols.

——-

"Was I just high or was..."

"No that was fucked up." Molly said feverishly. "It must be something to do with their game."

"Yeah with Skylar it's a safe bet." Marie was busying herself by rolling up a blunt on Erica's bed.

"She wanted us to help her, I could tell by the look in her eyes."

"Dude, everyone wants help getting out of Christmas with their family." Marie thought for a few moments. "Maybe this is like, a thing. Maybe they like do some fucked up Christmas special every year." She paused to lick her joint. "Maybe we could ask the girls at Peaks'."

Molly paused, and cringed. She really wanted to dump that place in the wastebasket of her mind and never think about it again. "They might know... but Erica got in trouble for going there, players aren't supposed to contact the other shows I guess."

Marie smiled, and lit up her blunt. "I don't know about you, but I'm not playing..."

They ran down to the lobby to the redhead behind the desk, and neither of them had phones... what teenagers don't have phones? "I must have lost mine, Molly mumbled to herself, trying to remember a time when she did have a phone. It shouldn't have been this hard. "We'd like to make a call." Marie yawned, after smacking the bell around a bit.

"Highly unusual." The man said with a bright smile. As he smile he kept tapping a 'no smoking' sign on his desk.

"Thank you." Molly said, making it clear that Highly Unusual wasn't going to stop them. So smiling with just his mouth now, the man brought out an old rotary phone.

"Dial one for outside calls."

Luckily Peaks seemed to run his club in the 1960's style, and had a custom matchbooks, which Marie had left with about dozen stuffed in her bra. They dialed the number up, both zoomers taking a minute or two to figure out the spinning mechanism before they got it to ring. "You've reached The Peak, what can I do for you?" Said a woman's voice.

Marie and Molly were each gripping the phone, and smashing their faces together to share the ear piece. "Heeeeey is this Bar Bae?" Marie husked.

"Speaking."

"Hey Bae." Molly picked up. "This is Marie and Molly from last week... we're from the other Harem Hotel show? I don't know if you remember us."

"Yeah, the new girls stuck in the worse thing that ever happened to me, really slipped my mind. What's up?"

"We were just wondering..."

"...Do they do some psycho Christmas special on this show or what? Our girl Erica is winnie the poohing it in the lobby, in nothing but socks and a sweater, and she's not the only one."

"Oooooh fuck." Bae sighed on the other end. "I thought you guys would be safe... it's February!"

"Trust, we know." Marie sighed, and took a toke. She scratched her cooch as she waited for Bae to collect herself, her untamed forest down their crinkled the cellophane.

"Put an end this this however you can, I'm serious. This same thing happened to us, during our snow theme'd rave. Skylar went completely haywire, gave us all sweaters, made us get presents for each other..."

"Doesn't sound so bad..." Molly dared.

"Then things started to escalate." The chill in her voice was clear.

"Escalate how?" But before Bae could answer, Marie tapped her on the shoulder, and pointed towards the fire place.

Story time was over, and now all seven women were desperately hugging, and kissing each other, like their lives depended on it. Skylar was now standing on top of her chair, barking orders, like she was making the girls build the pyramid. "Kiss harder! Harder! Come on, squeeze each other! This is a loving family! Kiss her like you mean it Elizabeth! Like you mean it! More tongue Boudica! She's family! Why are you all trying to ruin Christmas!?!" The lodge groaned, as wind started buffering the palace. Snow was coming in hot and heavy now.

"Oh fuck." Molly gripped the phone. "Okay, yeah it's escalating! She's completely lost her mind, what do we do?"

There was a pause on the otherside. "I don't know, Karen was the one who calmed her down last time, but you said she's off the show."

"Yeah, fuck." Molly closed her eyes. Maybe if she just sprayed everything with a fire extinguisher, that would end things. It worked in movies. Though... she was scared of what that woman would do to her.

"She's not on our show..." Marie took another toke. Eyes slowly light up. "Hey Bae, thanks for the help! Loveyamissya gotta go! Hey Merry Christmas!" She hung the phone up and dialed 1."

"Operator, how may I direct your call." Said a woman in a mid-Atlantic accent.

"Blood Moon Hotel in Oregon please."

"Connecting..."

Molly's eyes went wide. "You're a genius! That's..."

"Blood Moon Hotel, how may I direct your call?"

"We need to speak with Eloise!" Molly shouted, getting where Marie was going with all of this.

"And may I ask which dimension you're calling from?"

"Um..." The two looked at each other.

"Colorado?" Marie offered.

"Connecting..."

The two held their breath, this could go so wrong so fast. But from the sounds of the lobby they'd progressed from kissing to orgy, and who know where they would go from there?"

Then the phone picked up.

"So you finally found my spy, it's about time you stupid bitch. What did the angel have to tell you about it for you to figure it out? Well it's too late, you're already running the most disastrous season of Harem Hotel anyone has ever seen, barring that disaster with Colt. Sure your ratings are high enough, that you're keeping the lights on, but fat chance they'll ever let you host again. But don't frett too much, I'll let you on as an assistant on my show if you ask nicely. We'll just have to burn all those pretty pink outfits in your trailer... something like what you're wearing this season might work."

"Sorry wrong number." Marie hung up the phone, and sighed. "Well, that was a dead end."

Both girls jumped as they felt a hand tap each of them on the shoulder. They turned around, and there Skylar was. She was smiling, but her closed eyes hid the killing intent within them. "Excuse me dears, did I hear you mention the name Eloise?"

"Okay little girl, looks like Santa's ready for you!" Molly the elf giggled, and gave Erica a firm spank on the ass to send her forward in line. Molly the elf was not much like Molly the girl, who was a tall athletic person, with a permanent pony tail attached to her head. Molly the elf was three feet tall, and all that excess matter went straight to her boobs and ass, her hair rained down her head in cutsie curls, and her face was covered with glitter. Her smile was wide and trembling, and tears leaked from her eyes.

"Up you go!" Marie the elf, said, serving as a stepping stool for Erica as she climbed up on Santa's lap. Marie was not doing much better, or taller, but she was smiling.

The contestants had apparently gone away with their sweaters. Erica was now just wearing a santa hat, and a pair of red knee highs, trimmed with white fur. She settled on Santa's smile, who was really just Skylar with a fake beard.

"And what do you want for Christmas little girl?" Skylar asked, making her voice deep.

Erica giggled, and reached down to play with herself. "I want a butt plug, so my booty can be nice and loose for Daddy all year long!" She giggled, leaning forward to kiss, and frenched Santa for about a minute.

"Hmmm." Santa said, panting, and rubbing her chin. As she thought about the request, she picked up a empty glass of eggnog, and held it out to Marie The Elf. Marie The Elf took the glass, and held it up to Eve. Eve at this point appeared to be nothing more than a lifeless piece of plastic, well that's not quite fair. Even if deprived of the life and dignity of a human soul, this maniquin could apparently dispense eggnog from her tits if prompted, and when the glass was held up to the naked thing, thick rivers of nog did indeed spill forth and fill it to the brim. Santa drank it thankfully. "Yes, I think Santa can do that, but is there anything else you want?" She asked, in a leading sort of way.

Erica blushed, and poked her fingers together. "Well... I would like bigger boobs, really big boobs, the biggest boobies ever!" As she said this Santa mouthed the words along with her, as if they were reading from the script.

"Weeeeeeell!" Santa laughed, and snapped her fingers. "Since you've been such a good girl!"

Bwoooooooooop!

Erica went from flat to all that in the snap of a finger. Her cans inflated until they could be used as flotation devices, at which point she hugged them, and tugged on her cow like nipples. "Thanks Santa!"

"Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas Erica!"

The number of souls who could save the contestants and Skylar from herself was becoming astonishingly small. There were only two people left, and it just so happened that they were scheduled to meet that very night, Christmas Eve.

Lucifer cautiously opened the front door in response to a knocking. He was half way past drunk thanks to a day of drinking, and had to lean against the doorway. He was greeted by two women. Atossa, that wonderful pair of walking tits, and asscheeks, and Olympias his own personal dominatrix. She hadn't been a welcome sight to him before, but she was really working her mistress angle this week, and he was coming to enjoy having her around, he thought he was training her well. She was obviously a newborn to the world of sex, so he was molding her to his desires, mainly pain and humiliation.

As expected she was playing the game well. She'd attached herself like a leach to the sessions of other girls, but when it was her turn, she grabbed one of the eliminated. That way she didn't share the points, but could still earn some of her own. He'd wondered about this yesterday, but was too drunk today to feel satisfied with the answer today.

"Nog nog!" Atossa sang, sticking her large beak into the room. "Haven't met you yet." She reached down to cup his junk and gave it a squeeze. "Oooh big boy, yum yum. Mama's been starved." She wiggled into the room, and sashayed her way towards the bed, her massive ass went this way and that like a pendulum. "Oli tells me you need a stupid piece of meat to slap around while she gets you off, well honey I've got you covered there." She started to pull down her pants right then and there, and bent over the bed. "That's why I love young men, the grey hairs, and silver foxes are too seasoned too wise. Young men are angry, and hate women, and I just looooove that in a toy."

"You talk too much." Lucifer slurred, stepping away from the door to let his Amazon in.

Atossa shuddered and wiggled her ass some more. "There it is, talk to me just like that! Treat me the way you've always wanted to treat your mom!"

Lucifer grumbled, and started for his cock.

Olympias smirked, and put her hand on the back of his neck. "This is a wonderful loss of control from you Husband." She liked seeing that, she just loved weak men. She loved controlling them at least.

"Stop calling me that." Lucifer growled, pushing her away. "I'm not your fucking husband, get that through your brain. You're losing this game, settle for not being useless!"

She smiled at that, and pushed him forward. His pants were around his ankles so he tripped and fell right on Atossa. "Do you know how my son conquered the Persian Empire?" She asked, grabbing his dick.

"My slaughtering and **** anything he came across. You must have been proud."

"I am pride." She said jerking his cock. "He was losing his battle with Darius, but instead of running, he and his royal guard decided to simply charge straight at Darius. This was a man who's title was King of Kings, Ruler of The Universe, and he fled at the sight of my son, his army fled after him, and when they could flee no more, it was Alexander who ruled the world. So..." She inserted his dick into Atossa, who was always wet and loose for a young man. "I charge forward."

After her third night of harvesting points from Satan, Olympias laid in bed with him and Atossa. The cougar was snoring, and had her hand on Lucifer's head, which was sleeping on her tits. It was a peaceful night, and the dreaming Atossa was so grateful to Atossa, she thought about introducing her to Grace at the Asylum. Atossa didn't like girls, but surely they should meet. Afterall Olympias had to take care of the girl...

Then there was the rattling of chains.

"Luuuuuucifffeeeeeeer!" Then a wail.

The three woke up in a huff, now realizing that they were not alone in their room. And it's not that they weren't alone, it's that they were in the presence of a crowd.

Seven figures were kneeled on the floor in front of them. Each wearing a latex hood, each blinded, and gagged. Drool dripped down their chins onto their exposed tits. Santa hats sat on their bald shiny heads. Their bodies were covered in long thing welts, like they'd been hit with a switch. Each wore a posture collar engraved with their names 'Elizabeth' 'Mary' 'Helen' and this collar was connected to a thick chain. Seven of these chains were in the hands of Skylar, who was wearing a bedsheet over herself, but it was a thin gauze, and she was naked beneath it. The moonlight alone showed that.

"What the fuck is this?" Lucifer balked, sober and awake all at once.

"It's me your old business partner, Jacob Marley."

"Skylar, what the fuck?" Lucifer said.

"I'm not Skylar I'm Jacob Marley!" The woman screamed, rattling her chains. "And you've been a mean and sinful man Luuuuuucifer."

"Thank you!"

"Tonight you will be visited by Seven Sluts! Who will teach you, and your companion Olympias the true meaning of Christmas!" There was excited huffing and breathing down on the floor as the seven women nodded anxiously, rattling their chains.

"Just what are?" Olympias went to stand up, but found that she couldn't... she was chained to the bed.

"Each, link a sin..." Jacob Marley intoned.

As she said this the seven women on the floor stood up, and lunged forward like dogs on a leash towards Lucifer, Atossa and Olympias. They seemed eager to get started, and it was only Skylar's firm grip on the chains that kept them away. They were growling, and panting through their gags. Drooling, and pulling forward in lust, and frankly insanity.

It wasn't hard to notice that each of them were wearing strap-ons. Big black ones, decorated at the base with tinsil and ribbons. Nor was it hard to see that two weren't wearing strap-ons, they simply had cocks, big manly ones, that pulsed and oozed pre, with jingle bells dangling down from them right along side their balls. It was dark and Lucifer couldn't read their collars, but he thought he could tell who they were by their skin collar.

"Skylar stop this right now!" Lucifer barked with the shout that had cowed a thousand demon lords before her. There was no a killer, or gambler, or unbaptized baby in hell that did not heed that voice. "This is insane, let them go, and leave us be!"

"But it's Christmas Eve!" Jacob Marley cackled beneath her sheet, no doubt quite mad. "And you're a family! Families are supposed to be together on this night most of all!"

"Stop!" Olympias commanded.

But the only noise in response was the clattering of chains, the stomping of feet, and three sinners learning the true meaning of the holiday.