Compromise

The adults had sent Erica off to play while they discussed matters of cosmic importance. Joan leaned against one side of a hallway, and Skylar the other. Though Skylar had thrown Joan for a loop with her attack on Erica, she still felt like she was in a good position. She had information Skylar needed, and she still got to keep Eloise's interference a secret if they ever got in more trouble. Plus she still could **** Eloise if she needed. The game was in the bag, and it was all about running it to the end now. Hoping that Satan didn't get him self trapped, yet again. Hell was going to be a lot different once she won this thing.

"I'll reveal to you Satan's location, after this round of competition. You will veto Erica's transformation, and assign the option that I prefer."

"How do I know you'll make good on that?" Skylar crossed her arms. "You can keep stringing me along forever if you want."

"Because you'll hurt Erica if I do."

"I can hurt Erica now, so how about we stop with all the cheating and just play the game huh?"

Joan rolled her eyes. "You hurt her now, I quit, and take Satan with me. I wait too long and you hurt Erica. I am the saint here, so it's my word we should be trusting."

"You lie Joan." Skylar hissed. "I've only ever been truthful and open with all of you, but you're the biggest schemer of them all! You're a cheater."

"What is that saying, about the hating of players and games?"

"Fine." Skylar didn't like it, but this would finally get her show back on track. She just had to make one more little compromise, and she'd be home free. Then she could eject that little brat and her angel friend from the game permanently. At that moment her cellphone rang, and she picked it up. "You got Skylar, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh.... What do you _mean _the NPC's have captured the contestants and are holding them hostage for an orgy?"

——-

The lounge had become an oscillating desert of sweaty backs, and matted hair. All things considered this was one hell of a Bacchanal! Olympias could feel Dionysus smiling down upon her. Horny, happy, excited Olympias was revved up! She just needed drag Stan down here and have some fun!

After she saved Helen!

Boudicca she was uninterested in. The redhead was whining and tied to a chair was a dildo fit snuggly in her snatch. She was kicking and screaming but luckily her bindings and gag muted both of those.

It was Helen who was tied up like a worm on the ground who was giving Olympias conniptions. She was tied up, duct tape over her mouth, arms behind her back, legs and toes knotted together, while three or so NPCs rubbed themselves against her despite her whining.

"Today I kill." Olympias growled and marched over to the offenders.

Before the **** could take place, Olympias actually tripped and like a mighty redwood, tumbled to the ground with a thud. It seemed like the entire orgy stopped mid thrust, mid suck, mid salad toss to look over at her and laugh. In fact that was totally true, every NPC turned their head towards her to mock her, whether their necks should have allowed that angle or not. All eyes were on her.

Her cheeks flush, she buried her face in the carpet she was laid out on, and moaned as she felt her pussy throb with delight. Their laughter echoed around her head, like the unwanted words of a lover. It was like she was an instrument, and the only thing that could strum her was that sound, this feeling, and the music she produced was the heat and need she felt in her sex.

And overwhelming as that was, it came second to their horror of their unnatural stares, and smiles, and the backwards heads of the people laughing at her. Something was seriously wrong with this place. She put a hand on the ground to push herself up. But no sooner had it made contact with the ground, then it was torn out from under her. Both her hands were suddenly jerked behind her back, by some invisible ****. Her back arced as her arms were pulled back. "What is this? Stop!"

She was held in this position, and then her toga wast brushed aside, fabric moving to reveal her firm ass. You could practically see the steam coming out from between her legs. This position was a humiliating as it was terrifying.

"No!" She yelled, kicking her legs to displace whatever was on her. She felt something grip her ass, and spread her lips apart. "No!" Something pressed against her wet sex. It went up and down her soaked lips exciting her with the firm and insistent pressure. "No!" Something then pressed against her hole. "No no no no no no no!" And she felt her needy hole, suck it right in.

Elizabeth swallowed down all her worries, and fears, and had a drink. She downed a glass of Vodka she’d found in her room, thumped her chest, and went on the hunt.

Eve and Stan were coming in from the cold, Eve’s skin’s was red, and snow kissed. She had rosie cheeks, but Elizabeth tried not to look at the woman. Her whole body was sinful, just vulgar to the ****. The two looked like they were getting along, which already caused Elizabeth’s confidence to falter. Mary was right, they were waaaaay behind on this game.

“Um excuse me, um master.” Elizabeth curtsied , and splayed her skirt out for him. She was a dainty little thing.

“Oh Elizabeth.” Stan eyes looked her over, with a sense of familiarity, and a bit of caution. “Good to see you again.”

“Yes sorry for throwing such a fit in your bed the other day… I do tend to wake up in strange places.”

“Tell me about it.” He grinned, charming little grin.

She smiled. “Today is our date, I was hoping you and I could do something before… it’s night time.”

“Oh.” Stan hadn’t considered this. Most of the dates took place at night, but that wouldn’t work out so well for half of Elizabeth’s personality. “That’s a good point, I um…” He looked to Eve. The mother was swaying her body this way and that letting the momentum wing her boobs right along with it. Vulgar. “I um, I can’t Eve and I have plans.”

“Big plans.” Eve winked.

“Oh my.” Elizabeth blushed. “I…I…I certainly wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.”

“Aww you’re a cutie.” Eve giggled. “If only you had more points, I’d let you have him today.”

“Thanks I guess.” Elizabeth sighed.

“I’ll see you tonight though.” Stan clearly felt bad denying anyone anything.

“Not really.” Elizabeth sighed. “That’s fine, see you tonight. I hear I’ll be bringing a friend.”

Eve raised an eyebrow. “Someone beat me to a threesome? How poopy.” Stan laughed nervously. “Okay.” She grabbed his hand. “Come on lover boy, we’ve got lost time to make up for.”

—--

The top floor of the eastern side of the lodge was this cute little game room that Erica instantly fell in love with. It was this big cozy room with vaulted ceilings, shuffle board, and bookselves filled with board games. This cute family friendly feel was interrupted by a vibrating, oscillating, pile of sex toys that sat in the middle of it all. “I don’t even know what I’m looking at.”

"What are you a virgin?"

Erica rolled her eyes. "I know what I'm looking at, why am I looking at it?”

"Well..." Mary threw her fist through a window and collected a bunch of glass shards. Cool wind flew in from the outside. The glass in her hand quickly turned to harmless latex, and rubber. Anal beads, and a vibrator now filled her hand. She tossed them on the pile. "Because I put them all there."

"Whhhhhhhhhhhy?"

Mary smiled. "Mirror mirror so much fun, how do I find that fucking dragon?"

Oh. "You used your trait to find out where Lilith is hiding?"

"No really." Mary kicked the pile. "The mirror just said this is how I could find her."

"Piling up a bunch of sex toys?"

"This is the wisdom of the mirror."

Erica was so done with this show. "Why would that help find..."

There was a roar from the overhead rafters. A scaly figure ran along the beams on all fours with the grace of a jaguar.

"Because Dragons love hoarding treasure."

"Your body is ridiculous." Stan gasped as Eve pressed him against the wall of the lobby. She pressed her massive breasts against him, and he just felt like he was being enveloped in boob.

"Not how God intended it, but my masters likes it don't you?" Eve cooed, and rubbed herself against him. This body was so jiggling, and clumbsy it kind of felt like a prison, but it was so hot. Especially the way she could just pick her breasts up and rub him down with them. Her big perky nipples, were erect and aching. She reached down and pawed at his crotch. "Yes he does."

"Mmmm." He grabbed her hand and pressed it against him more firmly.

"Yeah." Eve licked her lips. "Cleo gave you the corruption bug, huh? I can see it in your eyes."

"Wuh?" He tried to push her off, but just sunk his hands into her body. "What do you mean?"

"Don't worry." She husked. "I've got it too." she dropped to her knees, and began to work on his pants.

Stan whined, and shook his head. "Come on, not here. Let's get to the room."

"Points points points." Even sang, unzipping him, and letting his hard dick smack her in the face. "Hey!" She giggled and kissed it.

"Come on, I don't want people looking at us."

"What people?" Eve kissed and sucked on his head.

"What people?" What a ridiclious question. He gestured to the lobby, but the only think it was missing was a tumble weed. The place was abandoned, empty. "Where is everyone?"

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" This humiliation trait was a hell of a thing. Maybe on a less prideful person it wouldn't have been as effective, but the audience knew their woman with this one. Skylar felt sorry for almost vetoing their choice, and for what? Socks? No, no as always their wisdom bloomed true.

Where to begin on the feedback loop that was fucking Olympias mentally, and physically? Being restrained, and fucked was humiliating, which meant it was hot, which meant a part of her was enjoying it, which was humiliating, which was hot, which caused her to groan and vocally show her pleasure, where the woman would have normally remained stoic, which was humiliating, and hot. So now our pridefull, formerly sexually agnostic amazon, was sweating, and red, and moaning out all kinds of lewd noises as she was held down and fucked by some unseen ****.

She Was a hurricane of emotions, fear, humiliation, lust, excitement, and they all swarmed around an eye, not her, but a warm and ever present pleasure. It was clear skies, and clam waters in it's embrace, and her perfect and firm body was singing. It didn't matter if she felt like a pretzel, because this pretzel was enjoying itself!

Boudica wished she was so lucky. As ever her orgasms came dutifully and without much fanfare. She was supposed to be the bimbo of this harem, but honestly she was the only one with their heads screwed on straight. She could hardly look at Olympias. The moaning, redfaced woman, was quite alien to the redhead. Of course it wasn't just the mental discomfort that was making it hard to look at Olympias. Boudica only really had one eye open. The other was squeezed tight, so semen wouldn't get into her eyeball.

The NPC's had decided that was her purpose at the party. The men clambered around her like the viewers around their TV's when she broadcast. They wiped out their dicks, and jerked off to her naked, bound image. She was covered in spooge. They'd grunt, cum on her, most aiming for her face or tits, and then walk off without so much as a how do you do? Her bush was mated with the ivory tear drops, and she just felt so fucking dirty. Lame fucking party, Boudica was memorizing faces. She was due for a rampage.

At least she had it better than Helen. She young woman never thought she'd miss being submental, but at least if she was a moron she would be so freaked out by all of this. Alas! She was present enough to feel the dicks slide in between her legs, armpits, feet, anything with a fold. She was quite impressed with a man who'd managed to mash his dick between her buttcheeks and get off that way. "It's like I'm in Troy again." She lamented. The women were no better and left snail trails wherever they so decided to part their lips and hump. She'd called out to Olympias for help, but she was out of it, and bound besides that.

It must have been whatever Helen walked in on in the kitchen. When that cook was getting fucked by something invisible.

Skylar's games were getting seriously tedious.

"Oh god, Helen something's wrong." Olympias cried out, in the under statement of the year.

"I noticed!"

Olympias moaned and shook her head. Her hair flopped this way and that, sticking her her wet cheeks in places. "Nooo, I feel something in my body, like a pressure, like like like."

"That's an orgasm Olympias." Helen laughed despite herself, and the orgy, and everything.

"Women don't have orgasms."

Helen had never pitied anyone more that she pitied Olympias in that moment. "Looks like you're going to have the first. Just hold on, and enjoy the ride!"

The unseen **** kept slapping into Olympias's sex. Her firm ass squished and shook against an unseen if not lover, then pleasurer. The rare but familiar feel of a dickhead scrapping her tunnel. There were gentler ways to cum, gentler positions, but there was no denying this was powerful. With these waves that were running through her she wanted to curl forward, to bundle up, but she was being pulled back, stretched, against every instinct in her body. The resistance, the helplessness, the HUMILIATION! It felt so very much like this orgasam was happening to her. Not like it was her own thing, like it was an event she was experiencing. "By Zeus!" She squealed.

Applause erupted around the room, everyone who could got up on their feet, and clapped and cheered Olympias on.

Even if the invisible dick didn't feel so good already, all that applause would have been enough to extend her orgasam over another few crests. She was blind, delirious with lust. Dionysus was moving through her. She could feel his pleasure, his joy with her. For all she knew it was him fucking her down, he wouldn't be the first god to do so.

And from the feel of the pulsing in her cunt, he wouldn't be the first who wanted to give her a child. Liquid of some kind, flooded her insides, she could feel the warm spreading through her, and could sense to pleasure of her partner, and at long last Olympias' wrists were released, and she fell to the floor, spent and destroyed. Her captor pulled out with a wet plop. "Dionysus." She moaned.

"Are you okay?" Helen hissed, as a woman worked Helen's toes in and out of her cunt.

"They're real." Olympias mumbled, feeling a little cum dumb.

Helen smiled, what a big day for her caretaker.

The doors to the lobby slammed open, before Helen could delve that sentiment for further depth.

Skylar stood snarling in the door frame with Joan not far behind. "Scram vermin!" Skylar's voice scattered the NPC's to the wind, who escaped through every door, air vent, and window they could less they faced whatever fate their host had for them.

All that was left in the room when they were done was the decorations, boudica, Helen, and Olympias, and a few dozen gallons of cum.

The host just looked dumb founded at it all. "This season is my Icarus moment."