Cleopatra Vs. Zheng Yi Sao

“The golden goddess, may submit her offering to the master.” Morgan looked over at Cleopatra.

The goddess crawled over the chairs in front of her, and jumped up on stage will all the vigor of a rabid dog. If there was any hesitation at taking Morgan’s lead it didn’t show in her demeanor. Instead she just stood on stage, writhing from from one foot to the other. “Let’s do it already, let’s go let’s go, I need this. Who, is it? Who is it?” She looked like she had ants crawling over her. Her eyes had lost their usual brown shading, and were now completely gold, like cataracts had grown over them, leaving her blind. Which it may well have done. All she could see now was that that golden melon, and all it’s treasure.

“Thine opponent cometh, ye rapid greedy curr, gerd yourself and prepare. **** boy, do thine art, and let us make our introductions.”

Mark Anthony looked from Skylar, then to Morgan, then to Skylar again. “Um… okay.” He cleared his throat. “Heh, wow, okay yeah.” He cleared his throat again, and held up his microphone. “There have been so many greedy women throughout the dawn of time, so many criminals, outlaws… pirates.”

A ship began to creak across the boards of the stage. Like peter pan it came on, and we saw a short woman twenty something, with her foot up on the railing of the ship. She wore boots up to her knees, and a red cape draped over her shoulder.

“How many ships does it take to rule the sea? A hundred? Two Hundred? Try 600, ships, loaded with blood thirsty criminals, all ready to make their fortunes and turn the sea red.”

The woman on the bow of the ship, jumped from her perch, and landed on the stage. She sashayed her way towards Cleopatra, hand on a cutlass.

“For your Consideration we present to you your next greed, Zheng Yi Sao, Pirate Queen of The South Chinese Sea!”

“Hao!” The woman said flicking her red cape, into the air, then to everyone’s surprise shot a pistol into the air. It hit a stage light, and sent it crashing into the stage, where a small fire started, and was ended by a quick stage hand.”I heard there’s a hell of a prize up for the taking in these lands. I’m something of a gambler so I’d like to buy in.” She extended her hand towards Cleopatra her cutlas shining menacingly only inches from the goddess’ prodigious nose. “I wager my life.”

Cleopatra laughed sinisterly, and rubbed the back of her head. “Why does no one ever to want to share the prize?” She batted the blade away. “I wonder what sort of creature they’re going to turn you into, when I win, little fish.”

Zheng returned the sinister grin and stepped forward. “Something with teeth, and tentacles I hope.”

“Well the tentacles, I’d fuck, but I don’t know about the teeth.” Cleopatra took her own step forward, and looked down at the quite short, woman. “I’ll have to put a gag in that big mouth of yours.”

Zheng smiled, and chomped playfully at Cleopatra’s nose. “I hate the idea of the audience losing a freak like you, shame.”

“Mmmm.” Cleopatra. “Personally I’m looking forward to losing. I can barely keep myself from masturbating at the thought of what I’ll become. So win or lose, I win.”

Zheng smirked. “Then why don’t you go ahead and lose? Since you wanted to share the prize so badly.”

“No.” Cleopatra had to wipe a speck of drool from her lip. “The prize, is miiiiine!”

—--

Zheng Yi Sao

Pirate Queen

“Welcome aboard, I’m Zheng Yi Sao, your captain on today’s fine cruise. You can call me Mistress Sao. I’m here to fuck, drink and win.”

“Thou art a delightful little creature. Such vigor in so small a frame.”

“Are we hellions in the business of judging appearances now?”

“Thou hast shamed me, I do apologize. Naye your humble host simply wished to express her admiration. Hitheregard, shall we speak of prizes and desires? What lusts bring thee here?”

“I want that wish. I want everything. Every last jewel, coin, and work of art on the planet. Every treasure. Everything! The greatest score of all time!”

“Ye can’t be accused of thinking littlely.”

“If something’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing.”

—--

It was Cleo’s time to shine, she was buzzing with excitement, that treasure so close, so delicious. She could almost taste it. She just had to win, win, win!

Their word was secretary, which Cleopatra didn’t find very sexy, basically just a ****, but oh well. She’d do whatever it took!

She came strutting out in high heels, pantyhose, a knee length pencil skirt, a business blouse, and jacket, with her hair up in a bun, crossed with pencils. She had a clipboard, gripped in her hand. She casually strutted around the stage, just letting the audience enjoy and breath in her dark skinned sexiness. She was finally feeling her confidence return to her, that golden nectar that had propelled her all her life, was so absent this game, but the removal of her shame had done wonders to boost her up. Now she was a leopard slutting through the jungle.

As she walked around the stage, the cameras slowly zoomed in on her ass. Noticing this she gave a sly smile, and lifted her skirt coyly, revealing that not only were her hose keeping a buzzing dildo secured in her cunt, but her ass as well. Those twin toys, buzzed like angry hornets inside her, as both holes leaked lube.

She winked at the camera and strutted around some more.

When she was done strutting, and posed in front of the crowd. “Okay master, while you enjoy your morning blowjob, I’m going to go through your schedule. It’s a busy one today. Oh, Diaochan’s downstairs cooking up breakfast, she should be up in a minute.” She checked a nice timepiece on her wrist. “I’ll set up a time for you to punish her being late. Okay, after Brekky you’ve got a walk with with Helen. I’ve already got her in her gloves and knee pads, and she’s ready to go when you are. Her potty training is going well, she doesn’t even try to use the bathroom like a human anymore. Though I think I heard her whining before I came, so hopefully, we don’t have an accident waiting for us. If so I'll schedule her for the same punishment as Diaochan."

"After your walke, you've got a shower with Nzinga, I know you like that long tongue of her scrubbing all your nooks and crannies."

Nzinga

The King of Natamba

"Absolutely disgusting."

"Ying will get you dressed, and then it's off to work where I will be at your disposal. As per my last performance review, I've kept my ass and cunt stretched for your pleasure whenever you like. I'm all too happy to be of service relieving you whenever needed."

She reached down to guide the dildo in and out of her cunt for a few strokes.

"When you return from the office, you'll have a post-work fuck with Eve, we've been keeping her on the aphrodisiacs as instructed, so she's positively clawing at the walls to get you inside of her. I think one good dicking from you will be a nice reward before we put her back in the box for another week. You know how orgasming makes her think she's a human again, but the pills will help her forget soon enough. Ooooh, there you go."

"She smiled and pinched her clit through her pantyhose. "Look how happy you made Erica. She loves her daddy's milk, she's so lucky to get to sleep in the same bed with you.

Erica

Avatar of Joan of Arc

"I know her mind is fucking bent, but it still hurts me to hear her talk about me like that. She seemed like a really cool person before she broke herself with that upgrade. The worst part is, I've definitely been on her mind. If she gets enough points, I know she's going to upgrade my little girl trait, and if that happens, I'm done. I'm so stupid, I should have targeted her with my trait this week. As long as she remains in the bottom half of the poll this week and loses the challenge, she won't have enough to hit me, and then I'll get her next week. I just have to hope and pray."

"My heart, you seem so concerned."

"You saw me up on that stage. He gave me a little bit of praise, and I was putty in his hands all over again. If that gets any stronger, I'll be useless."

"Oui, our part is done. We must now have faith that our pirate friend is as daring as she seems to think she is."

"Speaking of which, I've gotten her all signed up for her new school. She's starting Monday, so don't be surprised if she brings a few friends over. You know how much she loves turning the other girls into lazy sluts. Let's see how quickly she can get expelled from this one, hmm? Another parent-teacher, conference might be fun! Okay, little girl, get downstairs go have your breakfast, and if you see Diaochan down there, give her a smack on the ass for being late." She scribbled something down on her notepad and returned the pencil to her bun. "Now, for your evening..."

She fades off as the lights dim, and the audience cheers. It was a nice little monologue, which showed a clear vision for where she thought this Harem should be heading.

"Thy mind runs rampant with such fantasies, does it?" Morgan asked from her chair.

Despite the performance being over, Cleopatra dropped to her knees and started pumping that dildo into her pussy, at a frantic right. "It does, it does." She moaned. And brought her other hand to help up with the buttplug. "It like worms in my brain, it's all I can think about. I gotta win, watch me cum, watch me fuck my ass, let me win, I gotta win."

Mark Anthony

Roman

"I won't lie. It's tough seeing her like that. The way this show is making her suffer... and to see her do it for me. It's hard. But I do not hold hatred in my heart for it. She suffers for my benefit so that I may not live. I am no animal. I love her, and if this is the price we must pay to be together, we will both endure it."

Cleopatra

Queen of The Nile

"Come on you sexy bastards. Look at me touch myself, I'm doing it for you. Let me win, vote for me. I'm fucking myself for you, my pussy my ass. All for you, let me win, vote for me. Think of those points. All those sexy points. A hundred points, a hundred points for me. I could upgrade everyone. Twice, almost twice. Make them freaks for you, slaves for you. So sexy, so much sex. Think of it all. Look at this toy in my ass. I'm the best. I'm the sluttiest. You want me to win. You want me to upgrade all the other sluts. I'll do it. Oh fuck I'll do it! I'm cumming! I'm cumming with this plug up my ass. I'm thinking about all the things we'll do to the girls when I win. All their punishments to rank 3, wouldn't that be hot? Won't that be hot? I'm still cumming, I'm still playing with myself. I'm fucking myself for you. My ass hurts but I won't stop. Not until you tell me to. Not until you vote for me. Give me the prize. Do it. Do it. You want it. Mistress, Master, Daddy, Goddess, let me cum, let me win!"

Satan nodded to Morgan. "She makes a strong argument."

"Indeed. My simple mind always thought the Pharaohs of Egypt would be somewhat more regal. Texts of their magic always spoketh so sparingly on the subject. Alas, sha'll me move eastwards to the southern seas, where our greedy sailor waits to impress?"

"Indeed." Satan chuckled. "Bring out the pirate."

The spotlight shone on Zheng's side of the stage, but there was nothing there.

"Waiting for a dramatic entrance?" Satan asked.

"Mayhaps. Pirate queen, your spot is now! Cometh thee forth, and partake in the challenge less ye be disqualified."

"Nothing."

Skylar giggled. "She made an escape on you, you witch. Rookie mistake." She turned towards Eve. "That's why they don't let just anyone Host these things. You gotta..."

"We're not friends." Eve pushed Skylar's face in the opposite direction.

From the rafters, a crow descended and landed on Morgan's shoulder. "Caw!" It said.

"The dressing room, you say?" Morgan waved her hand. "Field trip, everyone! Something is wrong, it seems. Keep thine eyes peeled, for this may be a trap."

The only trap seemed to be the one sprung for Zheng. When they went into her dressing room. That infinite hallway of cloth and dreams, she was tied to a chair. Ropes knotted her to its frame, and a ballgag kept her from screaming out.

"Mon Dieu!" Marie Antionette gasped.

"Fucking sick!" Bloody Mary laughed, doubling over with joy.

"What happened to her?" Both Elizabeth Bathory and Eve were clutching each other in fright.

Olympias only gave a sly smile to Cleopatra.

Zheng, now appeared to be a woman somewhere in her eighties. Her skin hung loosely on her small bones, like a mummy, wrinkled and thin. With snow-white hair falling all the way down to the ground. Her parched, thin lips gasped for breath when the ballgag was finally removed.

Skylar sighed and shook her head. "Genius here kept the time dilation field on the dressing rooms up, while Cleopatra was performing. Only a few minutes passed on our side, but years have passed for her. Many years, it looks like."

Erica shook her head. "Fifteen minutes to you, was like an hour for me. How were a few minutes enough to turn her into a mummy?"

"I'm right here!" The now elderly Zheng coughed.

"It's all relative." Skylar explained. "the fifteen minutes was exactly as much time as you needed to get your performance ready. Once she was captured, her perception of time started to stretch out."

The pirate rockily got off of the chair she'd been sitting in for at least fifty years, and drew her cutlass. No one was frightened. She wielded it like a telephone pole. That rusted edge was unlikely to cute butter. She opened her dry mouth and started shouting a weazing flurry of some angry language.

"What's she saying?" Helen whispered to Diaochan.

The beauty shrugged. "I don't know, I don't speak that."

Olympias raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it Chinese?"

Diaochan winced and brought to hand up as if to say 'so-so'. "That's a low-class dialect."

"Oh, pardon me." Helen giggled.

Cleopatra pinched the end of Zheng's cutlass between her fingers. "Come now, Grandma, have you gone senile in your old age? We can't understand you."

"You did this to me, you fucking animal!"

Cleopatra sighed. "What a thing to say. Do you have proof?"

Zheng gestured to the film crew.

"Oh, shit. Right." Cleopatra shrugged. "In my defense, it was only supposed to be a few minutes to keep you from competing." She checked her timepiece for a second time that day. "Looks like it was a big success."

"Now, hold on a second." Skylar stood between the two of them. "I'm all for dirty tricks, but you attacked another player in such a way as to prevent her from participating in the game. In this situation, the audience loses out. Zheng will be restored to her previous age and be given a chance to actually compete against you, Cleopatra, I gotta say this isn't a good look. The only reason I'm not going to punish you is because I know your trait drove you to this."

Morgan bit her lip happily. "Praytell little blonde sprite, how whilst thou go about thine design?"

Skylar blanched, then turned red. "Of course... you're the host here. Fine, what do you say? Cleopatra is in clear violation of the rules."

"How so?" Morgan pet the raven on her shoulder. "Yon queen, dressed for her part, pranced upon the stage, and did her duty. Thine withered hag did not."

"She couldn't!"

"She didn't."

Joan added her own voice to the crowded room. "Ms. Morgan. If you are to rewarding this, the bad behavior. The game no work. Bloody Mary here kill everyone, Olympias poison, pow pow pow, all are dead. This is no good. Let the pirate compete."

Satan who was ever was looking upon this development with a smirk and amusement did speak up finally. "Joan's right. Corpses don't make for a good harem."

Morgan's eyes sparkled, she bowed to Joan. "Ooooh, thou shinest with the divine. Oh, and those eyes, the ever clear portals from which thine wisdom looketh upon the world. Should this be thine counsel, my path is made clear."

"Uh oh." Joan sighed and stepped back, looking at Zheng. "So sorry, was really trying to help there."

"Pirate queen, thou hast been eliminated, rather, disqualified. Though I am a gracious queen, I will allow thee a choice. Face thine transformation now, or enjoy the rest of the competition, before meeting thine maker."

Zheng, who even as an old lady was too stubborn for her own good, jutted out her chin. She was ready to meet her fate then and there, but her elden eyes met Skylar's, and she was shaking her head. 'wait' the host mouthed. And though the stubborn bull would have preferred to meet fate on her terms, survival is all the right play, when it can be bet on. "I'll watch the rest of your damn show." She croaked, her voice strained.

"Marvelous, Ladies, let us return to the theater! Envy await!"

"Hold up." Satan grabbed the witch by her arm. "I'm serious about what I said. If these women think they can get away with killing each other, they will. You have to make it clear that won't be tolerated."

Morgan stopped and looked down at Satan's hand touching her arm. "Thou art mortal?"

He froze... and removed his hand from her arm.

The whole gathering of women dropped their jaws to the floor.

"Thou art." Morgan smiled. "Was thine desire not to find the most sinful women in history to fill thine harem? Why do men lust over roses only to trim their thorns?"

"The thorns don't usually kill the other roses Morgan."

Morgan beamed. "A bad metaphor then!" She chuckled and slapped Satan on the shoulder. "Come now, ye still have two more brides to behold. Let us not keep our ravenous fans waiting!"